India, Oct. 25 -- I pray to Kali, AbbuMuffle my voice ontoyour chestUnhurt me AbbuOr destroy my memoryselectivelyThere are paid guardsAt my gateNot even the courierwallahHas easy access insideI have builtSuch an infrastructureWas this safety, Abbu?Have you not seenThat rolypoly childWho stuffs herselfWith yesterday's jamtartsYet refuses to cryShe knows only too wellThat ConvenienceWill always assassinatethe TruthIn open durbarsAnd dark alleysPerception is the KingHe is just loving herHe has no daughtersOf his ownSee how he pampers herLaughs in a toneNo one has yet learnedOr botheredTo decipherWas Love soft wordsHard fingersPrising apart fleshThat should be closedLike the bud she was?O AbbuMy AbbuSave me from thisWorldAnd if you failSave m...