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Whatever I am in your eyes A fool, a terrorist or a saint In my eyes you are the same I am terrified too by your words They are so blunt, they are so sharp They contain so much intensified hate So much bias and prejudice you spread The love of lakes and the rivulets In fear they all silently went dry In those words so much ill you told So much falsehood in the soil of humanity you grown The mother of truth refused to give her breast To the children of your twisted lies Whatever I am in your eyes A saint, a terrorist or a poet In my eyes you are the same In your high pitched and well tuned songs So much grudge and so much phobia you hold So much jealousy and heart burn you shown Really, really I am afraid of you And in great fear the atmosphere is heavy By my throat I am chocked As water of this earth silently went dry.