Sankalp Mirani
By Sankalp Mirani
You play it dirt, you play it foul, all you need to satisfy your mortifying soul, you can’t have the difference among Gold and coal, and you just feel like a vigilant mole.
There was a village near a vale, it is perturbing to tell this tale, he turned so weak, and he turned so pale. The whole bourg where the drugs prevailed.
Not a one was left clean; they just needed one puff green, scandalised parents and arduous teen, no less professor multimore Dean, No one left Hercules or Mr. Bean.
Contaminated high with this shit, they would die for a whit, they gave people a clean chit, who gets benefit, druglord bandits.
There was a guy named Zane, unable to sleep for nights in vain, we’ll all of Colombia in regain, he made the murders with his stain. He was arrested by DEA, Now real price he had to pay, he can’t even get away, His dreams got shattered with a sway.
And the entire gentleman out there, who don’t think for their scare, Hurdles are all you would face, until you land on your face.
His uncle being peddler, he got it free, he had to now pay the fee, he was taken out in scorcher, now he will face the torture.
He turned in as everybody does,
Friends till anybody creates a fuss,
They sold with elephant tusk, where loyalty was the must.
He was given electric shocks, He faced the water steamed, while the police made the mocks, His layers of derms were beamed.
Whole of Colombia wanted peace,.
Uncle gotcha, made the tease,.
Zane was forced to leave habitat, he was sent to rehab.
He was forced to have tiptoes; He was engulfing nachos, between the gang of nachos, no friendly face only foes. He uttered his words on the gallows,”Marvellous is viability without drugs, all you need to understand dumbf**ks, You would lose your chucks, when you face infliction trucks.”.
He spitted on the floor; up that he went a way, Narcos bring money a lot, all at once it goes away, you desperate to buy a slot, it’s when you in phase of red dot.
Life is like a toddler, gets the feeling not emotion, he will get when he wants the lotion, living all of us in mistuition, Elated and devastated makes never a fusion, even you have a nice intuition, But you have to go in tuition.
Life is like a rosebed, you choose floor instead, Self death is the best death, until you lie on the thorned deathbed.
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