<≪≪ When I Am A Tree

The well of oil brings you here At the door steps right under their nose Seeing you there sanding and salivating in lust People are calling you in disgust What a shameful and greedy man you are! ! Mere presence of you is itself a provocation And contains the seed of all wars I say get out from there And peacefully go to your home Poking your noses in internal affairs of others Creates for us a huge problem For this you may call me A fundamentalist or a radical But it works like a root when I am a tree And when I believe, I believe in full Accepting some and rejecting few This adulterous nature is neither In my blood nor in my dictionary.