Papa, Papa!
What is that you want to tell me?
I listen, I observe and I act as you do
Yet you despise me,
Your anger on my actions
Makes me confuse
Papa, Papa!
What is that you want to tell me?
More I try to be like you,
More is the wrath I receive.
Painful soul yearns for Ecstasy dose
And dance away in jones
Wonder how your pistol
Of words and squeezes, that pricks her
Of arrogance and revenge, that bleeds them
And with that bullet of yours
Simply pulled the trigger with lessons you imbued,
Just wanted to be like you, but shattered
Discussions on my act becomes
Political and citizens’ concerns
Therapist and Rehabs is what lies ahead
Jail could also be another home
After all these you assure, I will be fine
Envisaged in wilderness, still I intensify
Papa, Papa!
What is that you want to tell me?
Is this a part I need to play to be like you?
Or is it masculinity that I must learn?
Could you not hear the echo of all these?
Left me anguish and humaneness in debris
Papa, Papa!
What is that you want to tell me?
