Throw stones at me, citizens of Siberia;
Curse my actions, masters of India.
Shame I am to my ways,
Filthy and disgrace to the land I was born.
I burnt my flesh on the voracious desert,
Peeled off my skin on the flaming Everest;
I sold my soul to the devil’s kin
Unleashed my demons in between –
The orients of righteous and erroneous beam;
Throw stones at me!
Spit to me; burn me for I deserve it.
If it’s the only way to wash my sins,
I shall receive it in duck head.
If it’s the only way to redeem my lost
To the norms, taboos and book of songs,
I shall take up the gauntlet; put a bullet to my head.
I have long been living dead,
Breathing numb, mummified at the slash of fate.
My heart throbs in frozen rain,
Petrified to constant wars of idyllic blades;
Throw stones at me!
Kill me; death I shall serve humbly.
I gave a free rein of my domain,
A momentary kiss to taste the earthly bliss;
Sour and sweet yet I live in seconds –
Seconds which had borne me a thousand of years?
Seconds which gave me a higher voltage of electricity?
To be free, live and be human once again –
Even just for a few seconds!
I have pawned…………. I shall redeem!!!
