Give Me Your Steal! Poem by Siddartha Montik

I am as Harvest of a 'Research Land', am I?

was always, time and again upheld for that's why?

My kith and Kin.. if you are not Sick and Sin,

This is modern world GOD I am born in this time why?

I am already burnt enough, yet the rules look so fake they crack,

What can be in this Search as much to fetch them as they seek?

I wished those deserts so God for I can be with that,

Even if I am as so burnt and in ever ever so Hot!

Give me not any fresh breath God, for it was all so stole,

Just give me a Second that me, and them so they can find my Soul!

for it is not any filial thing for one to rekindle as real!