Take all my talent, Lord,
Take all my gifts, God,
They are of no use to me.
Take all my passion,
Take all my drive,
It’s obsolete.
Take all my fetish,
Take all efforts,
They are futile.
What’s the use, I ask ?
Of having them all
without being utilised.
What’s the use, I ask?
Of studying hard daily,
And denying myself a lot,
But still sitting at home.
What’s the use, I ask?
Of waking up every day,
Searching for a mere job,
But only find them at odd places.
what a waste of my hard work,
what a waste of my passion,
It all was a futile exercise.
SO, DEAR GOD, I plead again
Please take all my gifts,
Take all my passions,
Take them all; I don’t need them,
They are now my curse.
I want to be normal,
I wish to be ordinary,
I wish to care less,
Like most of them,
Maybe I will be alive.