The same world which calls me God,also curses me,when something goes wrong..
He said with a smile..
The same king who would shower gold on me,for good words,
Might chop my limbs,if words goes wrong..
The same lover,who sweetly calls name,might not even hesitate to bad mouth me,
Just to tell his mother,the cause of his pain is me..
This is the world..
There is no one absolutely right, absolutely wrong here..
It's a choice..
You can give up,right now,
You can bow down,be remembered as heros of the world,
By accepting the offer from other side..
Silent I would watch,I am habituated to run away cowards anyway..
May be,I would live an extremely painful life..
But it would be over for me..
I won't be here to bow down again..
Nor would I be the one who would cry the tear of blood..
But the hands that gave up,the sword they had..
No matter how many jars of potion to forget they drink,
Face the terror of choice,they would..
May be words would call you greedy,or monster..
May be words would call you cruel,once a certain limit is crossed..
But can you close your eyes,and stand up straight?
For the coming time ahead?
It's a choice we all must make..
