I cry like horse in sadness
What else should I do?
So many times I have killed myself
Yet I resurrect from ashes of humiliation
Like a phoenix
The bird that I don’t like
How can one live the life of immortal?
Ask Ashwatthama
Neither have I attacked in the night
Nor I cut the head of innocent children
I’m a living proof of sweet revenge
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