Soak no more

I always wanted a costly hospital, my place of landing on earth

But amid some women holding sarees, you executed my birth

My childhood need was ‘real toys’, like an aeroplane that can fly

Not that plastic man who on inclinations closes and opens eye

I wished a driver of my dad’s car would take me daily to school

Not that bus with crowds of children and mixed smell of the pool

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a goddamn life

Please, soak no more

I desired to be a bold playboy, who does with one or two or many

And not the king of silent lovers, whose love never gave a penny

I craved for marks enough to be seemed as I’m academically good

But it was always the bottom of the list where I shamelessly stood

I dreamt of an air conditioned cabin where I could peacefully work

You gave me a single window and made me a government clerk

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a goddamn life

Please, soak no more

I thought I would have a wife, a wife with a perfect zero figure

And you delivered a big heavy gun, with quite a loose trigger

All those dimes I spent on you, all those time I devoted in prayer

My dreams coming true is still a sight, a sight that is awfully rare

Now all I need is a platform, higher enough to take me to the fore

In front of friends, Romans and countrymen, where I could roar

Joke no more, God, poke no more

Give a Goddamn life

Please, soak no more