In the darkest room
on a lonely chair, your body tied with rope.
A small window just to envy you with light you've been deprived of
silently you wish upon yourself to die
Foolish! you know you can't die
so easily just when you want it
your mouth gaged,
your nostrils partially blocked
your ears tortured by cold words
that reflect echoes on the walls of that empty room
Oh, Son of a feeble man!
may your seeds never grow
inside a womb of any women
nor warmth of her ever keep you warm
Yet- may you live thousand years,
This is my wish upon your wish.
with this of my rage.