O Vainglorious Critic,
Your vicious arrows
Won't touch my art
As it comes from heart.
O Soulless Human,
Realise the sensible souls,
who labours the creative pain.
That's a wonderful gain.
O Demanding One,
As a boomerang,it may hurt
That you are senseless
To name my child "worthless".
O Shuddering Soul,
Your harshness shivers you.
So overturn and see my dear-
Your contradictions,clear!
O Courageous "You",
Don't indulge in pride
To end your life
In others laugh.
O Pompous Shooter,
Your outrageous "citicisms",
To me,it's a song of tribute,
which enlightened my thought.
O Unscrupulous,hear -
My unrelenting End-Rhymes
Again,in your brain,it's ringing,
Infront of your eyes,it's dancing.
O Mature Lore,
Show the wisdom of age.
Your words are my oil,
In which you will boil.
O Childish Butcher,
Take your dissection box,
For an anonymous boast,
To me,it has no cost.
O Scientific Spirit,
Let me post and prove,
"Pen is mightier than swords"
And we will "leaps and bounds".
O Poor Being,
To me you are a Chameleon.
Without any "ground rule"
I will "overflow" my role.
O My Fuel,
Let me walk and run,
For this is the lovely lane,
And my lilt of lifeline.
O Sadistic Lover,
You are an eternal coal!!!
But now I can claim,
That I am cool and calm.
