Let me pretend I am a hero
While picking up those who seems to be zero
Ego I stroke with wet lips of deeds
Throwing away coins as seeds
One day they will come back
As if it's everything I lack
Up there will be my estate
For poor, NGO, I will make
Only in future lies the judgement day
Now I enjoy whisky all day
Hope is a muse as well as nemesis
To ring heart's bell love will come!
In my tears life and death hums.