The Climax-1
When your sniffs turns into your jeopardy.
I am the Watchdog,
And in the Dungeon —there is the Traitor,
More than thirty years, he wasted prison life—
I learned from childhood—
Today I am the sentinel,
The great Royal accredited me newly,
By his own hand, authorized me the sword of loyalty,
Arrayed me with the precious jewelry,
“Gallant Warrior!” I was declared blatantly,
Famous Poets and Finest Songbirds quoted my eulogy,
By the spicy cheerleaders around,
I was amused by the splendid cuisine absolutely.
I am the Watchdog,
My eye sleeps never –I suspect every breath,
I guard more than the Death;
My fame donates to my heaven father,
Temple plays cymbal with the prayer of my mother,
Neighbors and the folk fellows spread my glory.
I am the Watchdog,
I am the best has no doubt—
I am the invincible Lion in the battleground,
My brandishing massacres thousand souls of foes.
Despite, My presence here is why?
Why Sun Tzu to guard poor creature?
There he goes, reading the verses of Bible
Muted rhythm– Expired life
His silver hair and his wrinkled skin,
where the spontaneity—is dead
Simply my snort will stop his breath.
I am the Watchdog,
I dream fireworks of my credits,
For the old bum, Mercy is enough.
Forthwith—
A kick open my nap door,
————————“Who fled The Traitor!
—————————Who fled The Traitor!”
No Credits will beg my soul
None recommends for one’s throat,
Under the axe of the Slayer
I understood the nuance
Whose guard I was
————————————The former King
———————————and I was the Watchdog.
(2009)
Once an old Rebel was guarded in the prison by a young stong soldier. The soldier was so bragged of his power that he sniffes the old prisoner could not do anything. However, the old waited for this.
