A beautiful crime done by me,
Come here everybody and see,
This gives me so much of glee,
But it's nothing more than a sting of bee.
The light is off,
But no one will doff,
And I laugh like like a scoff,
'Cause all of you are quaff.
Here, my city goes in dark,
And no one here to hark,
'Cause you all are a stark,
And I don't want it to mark.
The light fades from my sight,
Might the wire of your brain is bight,
I'm a perfect sleight,
But to you it won't even smite.
Your words whispers is my head,
And the blood bled,
But in a tiny amount of like shred,
And I wanted it to fled.
©rakhi
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