Prank

Who says nature and signature never changes
Someone ask my beloved
How wrong those lines are
For the things I took pride on
Now have to give bribe on
To myself to not believe that
The reason of existence of few things now doesn't exist
And so I am shy now
Too embarrassed to match my eyes now
With those whom I challenged
With those whom I threatened
With those whom I dominated
And with those whom I substituted
For now nothing remains
Except the remains of an old plot
Red with blood
Wet with tears
And a beautiful painting by blood's clot
Yes I lived
To see me die
Yes I lived
To see me cry
Yes I lived
To break myself
And those making me live
Took away my breath and survived
Still I am happy
For no reason of being so
Still I am happy
As I am what i was so
But few times a day, i cry with my eyes
On a wall which i had beautifully carved
For my achievements to be hanged
But now that wall with its lowest dignity
Holds my foolishness
For the coming time to be pranked.