He raised his hand to hit maa again
Sitting in a corner, it seemed darker than it was
Setting free a storm, my rage and inner rain
I jumped, tore him apart with my adolescent paws
I suffered his cruelty, a lesser wage everyday
Worked harder than a labourer, because I was
So I snatched his unjust prosperity and ran to the bay
For more meals and sins for my tarnished jaws
I didn’t expect life to be dreamlike so soon
She was beautiful, charismatic, carefree like me
We used to walk for miles and lay silently under the moon
But I had to let her go, for me, by setting her free
Lands and cars and ample lush in my pockets
Today, I have everything I wanted, I do
Even unwanted guns, missiles and rockets
But what I don’t have is peace, pride and you
It’s funny how I am still trying, trying to set free
From this loneliness, regret and shameful me
That’s what I need, not wealth, land or sea
I need some help setting free from me.
I need some help setting free… from me.
[6th October, 2011]
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