All these your gods, I have worshipped a lot,
Praising them all, to fill up my own pot……
Now I come to know, the fear behind this all,
I see the helplessness, behind my every call…….
What I used to call love pure,
Was just a business, that much I am sure….
How much let be my sacrifice, I was just selfish,
Though dwelling in water, a thirsty fish…
A drop rising on the surface, how much ever you force,
Will go again in the stream, of course….
So I am with all my so called stuff…..
How much let me run, I am handcuffed.
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