O My enemy, Obsession,
I am in your possession,
I know your profession
Is to cause confusion,
Never create solution,
I suffer in profusion,
Due to your bad action,
Who will give protection?
Who will offer salvation?
I have lost my forevision,
You form a bad occasion,
To give an indication
Over your superior position,
I face daily a sad situation,
I have lost my ambition,
I have had deviation
From my noble mission,
O Obsession, no cushion
It is only your fashion,
This life, I severely shun,
Under the dutiful Sun,
Nothing useful is done,
You are a severe burden,
Let me be kindly forgiven,
Let your leaving be sudden,
Make my life a fine garden,
Away from me please run!
M V Venkataraman