𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝 The storms you gave my boat became its…

𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

The storms you gave my boat became its shining fate,

The blows from this shore carried it to the other gate.

A rumor spread that I was feeling unwell inside,

People kept asking so much, I truly fell sick with time.

Never leave the nights alone trusting silver moonlight,

The sun has warned the fireflies to be careful of the night.

People stop again and again just to look at me,

You turned a tiny whisper into headline tragedy.

This time another wall of my house collapsed in rain,

The storm made my broken home more open to the pain.

When I spoke the truth, they offered poison to my lips,

Their goodness made a criminal of me with gentle tricks.

Two yards of land at least now finally belong to me,

O death, you turned this homeless soul into a landlord peacefully...!!