How dare you ask me for a truce!
I’ll fight till death;
Even fight the death and conquer it.
I have nothing left,
Nothing to be proud of,
Nothing to be ashamed of
But some reasons unexplained—
To get rid of a burden or perhaps
Some instincts of vengeance
Pestering the man in me.
May be my very identity
Has become a liability?
May be the axis on the Wheel
Has brought me here.
You took away everything from me.
My honour, courage and the soil
Which gave birth to my elders,
Which engendered the flowers
To adore the long, silky hair
Of my village maidens.
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