God!
Save me from pages
and ink marks
and their everlasting
fake concerns
I do not need them
and their fire walls
I need to cut aside
And liberate my world
like how it used to be
In rains
In monsoon like
I want to go back
to my origin
With no concrete walls
around
with no sting chains
to pierce me
And God
save me from
the cloudy pages
and their fake concerns.