Outfit
Poet: Dr. Shakira Nandini By: Dr. Shakira Nandini, OportoWe have recently got hitched
I'm shrouded in gems
He is presently my lord
He makes up the tenets.
He sits by me
on the edge of the bed
puts his hands round my neck
and after that holds my head
strips me delicately
stripping me down
he lays me down bare
what's more, expels my gold crown
he gets stripped
I do whatever it takes not to look
he moves himself nearer
what's more, kisses my cheek
before long I am throbbing
his dick inside me
he snatches both my bosoms
what's more, chomps them delicately
he shakes me so quick
I do whatever it takes not to shout
I'm feeling it now
This must be a fantasy
He does it so well
I'm against the divider
So feeble on the off chance that he stops
I may very well fall
At that point knacker ed and upbeat
he conveys me down
what's more, conceals me
with an indian outfit
You Cant Suppress The Voices
Their Hearts Grew So Fearless And Bold
They Bleed But With A Smile
You Can Vacate A Piece Of Land
But Their Faith Is Ever Increasing
Giving Others A Lesson Of Steadfastness
Melting Hearts Everywhere With A Glance
But The Hearts Of Oppressors, Weak And Fearful
Reckoning On Their Weapons N Technologies
Hiding Behind Their Lies And Devil
Waiting To Unleash A New Era Of Evil
A Man Hollowing A Wall To Provide Food To Hungry
And The Oppressors Bulldozing Patients And Injured
Killing Little Babies Like Innocent Angels
Yet Half The World Seems Blind Whats Right And Who Is Wrong
With Tied Hands And Empty Stares
Stony Hearts And Caring Only For Their Shares
Just Wait And Watch Till The Tables Turn
If You Ignite A Fire So Wild Rest Assured To Be Burnt
