Fight me,here I stand,
In your costly possessed land,
Which you incurred by fate,
But I incurred by hard
faith.
You were gifted the golden throne,
But I was gifted your half eaten bone,
Still I stand in your possessed land,
Overpowering you with
the sinking sand.
Come what may I do not fear,
It's my hard work that I bear,
Deafened all and crossed thorns,
Blood gushed from
painful torns.
I smiled when you hurt me,
I cried when you falsely loved me,
I laughed when you kicked me,
I turned when you
falsely cared me.
I am me now a man with individuality,
You are still a girl now with false identity,
Open your eyes lady till it's too late,
Soon will be betrayed
by your own fate.
I still bear love that reminds you,
Good people are very few,
Recognize the fake and choose the true,
I am hidden among your
false loving crew.
Poet by situation
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