Keep things straight and naked.  
Keep everything off and non-soaked.  
That what you think decorated and baked.  
Contains within the same fakeness locked.  

Open and let all the musty stinking  
Come up and go vaporized,  
Otherwise, you will remain rotten plus fermented.  
How long do you think you can keep your life choked?  
You won’t need to grow old for dying,  
Because you’re all the time deprived of life, filled with death, and faded.  

You keep running after desires,  
Keep roaming scared in wires.  
Carrying scars and smears,  
Burdened with expectations and peers.  
You are not someone who can make banters,  
On your own because you’ve taken affinity, all the filth  
With time’s layers after layers.  

Do you call this life yours?  
Gored, filled all among, you at the centre bored,  
Living in shoes and by strings of a thousand lords.  
But refrain from the finest naked honesty as if you can’t afford.  

All miseries and bad faith can be cleared so smooth,  
With a sharp lightning blade.  
No matter how much cumbersome, grown, unwashed, dried is beard,  
Just one naked lighted sight is needed,  
To do away with all filth layered.  

Like one tiny lamp is required,  
To shatter the darkness concentrated,  
And make them go away and faded.