Without mercy and forgiveness,
The soul with a heart of pure ice,
Always looks forward at the path of retribution.
The silence of the lambs,
Always reminds the loneliness of one,
The defiance of souls,
Engulfs ones hopes and wills.
The pain that lurks behind the soul,
Always will burn with infernos of hell itself,
Drink not the glass of friendship,
Nevertheless it poisons the soul till the very end of time.
Thou will always regret,
For thou cannot endure the cycle of pain,
Alas I can bear no pain and misery,
Farewell I bid to this world of agony and sorrow.
THE POET,
KISHERN MANICKAM
