ungloryful

I couldn’t keep the oath you bestowed on me

Sorry father sorry mother

I turned out to be an arrow

Sorry father the bleak winter has arrived

And i couldn’t get you a sweater

Sorry mother i couldn’t get you a chadar

I turned out to be a ravenous arrow

A serpent

Tearing apart the corpse of society

Against the justice

Against the judgement

Consuming the beauty and webs of humanity

My eyes are red with rage

My soul is burning. My hatred is running like a adrenaline within me

Black clouds in this winter over me

I fall like a autumn leaves from your sweet hands mother

This icy winds and gales carries me away from you

To the land where society loathes me

I miss you mother

I need to sacrifice myself as i have sinned

The wars cries and waits for me to ride

Under this bleak winter sky –alone