Nhaveen Thirumaran

The irony of society amongst the weak,

Whips the weak amidst wantonly,

When 'God' turns the other cheek;

Satan comes forth to wreck the weak.

Kill an innocent soul, you did;

Hence, now you pay for your misdeeds;

Walk the path of the darkness, dead,

I curse upon you.

There, may you reek in hellish bliss.

To
Nhaveen's family;
The crestfallen lil'martyr he WAS;

REMEMBERED he'll be in ALL.

To the condemnables...

Nothing quenches crying souls

 than you thrash wither and rot
by the gallows.

May you rot in rust.

RIP NHAVEEN