These books are chasing me in my dreams
Biting my brain bit by bit
I have a too little sponge to save myself from the hit
Your love daddy, it's your love
I couldn't catch a single page
With this strained empty brain daddy
No more daddy no more
But for the chance
That amma would have turned back
Even when you insulted her
With the ultimate words she could bear
But for the chance
That I could leave your hand and run after her
And sit in her lap to listen to the lesson stories
And win the world of infotainment
But for the chance
She could sacrifice her ‘self respect'
Instead of her ‘self' which is my self
No more daddy!
I am tired of this suffocating shelf
Where all the air is absorbed by lesson and discipline
Let me breathe the air of love
And grasp the oxygen of knowledge
From my mother tree
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