Cleansing

It is not a conscious decision,

It is, may be, just who I am.

Lovers, I can live without;

Worshippers, reside in my heart.

 

They who expect respect from me,

Must know the only condition.

You must surrender your consciousness,

There’s no scope for competition.  

 

If it is not under his divine feet,

You are searching for life in the wrong place.

All your endeavors boil down to zero,

You have to eventually land at this one sacred space.

 

Mediocrity is what I’ve always hated,

I can no longer let you spread it here.

You, your genes, your prospects, whatever;

Of all your mistakes, I must steer clear.