Slovenly, insult drenched
Sult wailed at the caller,
You wretched!
Whom you call thee, thus
Is not bereft of Mother;
And your every presence
Defy any bearing, here
On this Earth!
May I be clumsy
Dirty and debauch
But your every second
Stands subtly
On the piers of mine, strong
And full of eternal strength
Don't let loose my wrath
You, the hell boy!
Hark! The Next time,
The same bate of breath
Which had given you a shelter
In the warmth of cocoon
Will burn you with eternal fire!
Sult wailed at the caller,
You wretched!
Whom you call thee, thus
Is not bereft of Mother;
And your every presence
Defy any bearing, here
On this Earth!
May I be clumsy
Dirty and debauch
But your every second
Stands subtly
On the piers of mine, strong
And full of eternal strength
Don't let loose my wrath
You, the hell boy!
Hark! The Next time,
The same bate of breath
Which had given you a shelter
In the warmth of cocoon
Will burn you with eternal fire!
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