Melody Of Mine Poem by Chan Mongol

Who cares who am I?
Who cares if I live or die?

Phony love I saw enough when in pain!
When crawled to get up from ice and rain!

I got worst cruelty for my trust;
Emptied my resources, kicked me to dust!

Many of them got my care.
Alas! Good ones died forever.

A bleeding man fell on the street!
Even passersby declared him unfit.

Winner is the betrayer.
My soul bleeds from the knife of the attacker.

I will never forgive the robber!
One big curse will fall on that violator!

The enemy isn't aforeigner!
But whom I fostered as the insider!

Defeat comes from the limb of own anatomy;
So happened in my lachrymal melody!

Winter and Summer are seasons but both are severe!
Sometimes one hand shouldn't trust another!

Many good things my father used to say!
I think he meant all for me to obey!

But I didn't follow his advice, did I?
Bad things happened to me, that's why!