Accordin To Karma, I Will Die By Mistaken Identity.

It's Not Funny, That Fate Is Itself A Mistake.



This Is What I Heard When I Was Just A Kid, That My Great-grand Father Died While He Was Walking

On A Street On Which He Never Walked Before.

He Was Killed By A Surpise Landslide, Old Men In The Neighbourhood Said It Was A Case Of Mistaken

Identify.

My Uncle Was Mistaken As A Maoist Activist Who Had The Same Name Save Letter Spelled Differently,

Nobody's Heard From Him Since He Got Arrested 8 Years Ago.

Recently I Don't Hear It, But Everytime I Was About To Leave The House, My Father Used To Tell Me;



'Don't Stand Out, Make Sure You Don't Get Found By The Karma, Don't Get Mistaken For Another.

Alright? Don't Stand Out, Grandpa And Your Uncle Were Also The Eldest Brother.'



So I Walked Out To The Street, Bending Forward As I Stepped On My Shoelace.



Miserably And Heartlessly, Today's Sun Also Sets, And The West Wind Brings A Coldness.

THe Darkness Slowly Shaves The Sunset In The East That Transforms The Curtain, And The Day Goes To

Sleep.

Indistinct Contours And Complexions, This Is The Beginning Of A Morning Where Pleasure Amd Money Sing Loudest.

The Dead Black Birds Start To Caw, This Is The World Where Secret Businesses Have The Advantage.

I Saw My Father, Exhausted By Asking Round Money Lenders, Dragging An Undetachable Shadow From The Roof.

A Loser Down On His Luck, I'm Tried Of Hearing 'AT Least You Are Alive.'

The Tears I Had To Shed For Injustice Have Long Dried Up, I Seeked Desperately For A Way To Escape.

I Could No Longer Stand Living On A Doormat, That's When I Joined The Family Of My Partners Ram And Ski.

Ski Worked The Street Since He Was 18 Years Old, The Same Age As I Did.

He Tricked The Most Wary Girls, And Now He Surveys The Deals Of His Own Crossroads.

A Sly And Clever Fox, A Pretence Of Loyalty To His Manager But Never Gives A Damn.

Accompanied By Bodyguards, His Motto Is 'Never Miss The Chance Of Your Life.'

I Take Thai Powder And Brown Suga