rajat panda - Smoking With Satan

For the time that would come someday
To mark the warrior a ruffian,
A rebel, an outcast in the society
Who started smoking with Satan.

He comes and goes too often
To crowded place and solitude,
Least thinks about the doom to come
And celebrates death in gratitude.

The doom is clear and sure to come
To cut his head and spill his blood,
But bothers he not for his life
And not his fame put down to mud.

' O come Satan let's have a smoke
Lend me the pipe, some fire too'
Says the braveheart with clenching fists
Ready to start a life anew.

'Who fears the fangs of damnation?
Let's celebrate eternal fun'
The wise words of the warrior
Who started smoking with satan.

rajat panda

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