My hopes kneel down in the presence of the Supreme Sultan,
He is such a Sultan that I wish I would divide my soul in hundred thousand pieces, all hundred thousand one grovel to His presence, I wish I would reach you, run under your rule..!
This soul is sacrificed, a slave in your way ...!
Just call me my servant once, that's enough for me..!
Lines reflecting from the keyboard as the way I like, in my journey to my essence...
Others are now writing my story; Others will read their stories on me..!
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