Bitter words of rhyme, of whisper
Flow from my tormented soul
Creep from corners clad in shades
And speaks of beauty none behold
My creations, build with marvel
By yours undone
My very self, engraved with ink
To judge and alter, You had no right
Such savage minds, Your bloodstained hands
When poetry died
Wondrous words of feel, of sorrow
Spilled from ink to papered ways
Shape a world, a new tomorrow
There reside till end of days
My creations, build with marvel
By yours undone
My very self, engraved with ink
To judge and alter, You had no right
Such savage minds, Your bloodstained hands
When poetry died
Now your favor to all of my aims are gone
Disdain without a lonely beat of heart
I don’t know what has defiled your thoughts
My poetry scorn