O God listen!
O God!
You say you are great listener
But as I talk to you as-my creator
They come to cut my tongue
l am hurt by their biting sting
They sayI have no right to talk you
Every word that I may ask you
That my pain to convey you
Must be approved by them?
For whom is this shame?
Tell me today
If your authority has been taken away?
You are no more listener intensive
You have surrendered and are pensive?
You are now captive to forces oppressive?
You are exalted to prominence
Me a lowly man without substance
I wanted to convey you my grievance
For how much time you will test my forbearance
If you are God of all of us
Then why they make a nasty fuss?
Then why they create a wall?
Between you and me for talk to stall
Are they chosen ones?
Are their cloaks a reason?
Or their tongues filled with arson?
Or scriptures authorise them to baton?
Truth be whatever
Let I be clear
If my tongue is cut today
Then day is not far away
0! Omnipresent O! Powerful
No one will talk to you for fear of horrible
You will be left alone
In the company of felon
You will be left by all true lovers
Only to be at the mercy of wrongdoers