Self-Anathema Poem by Nisarg Sukhadeve

I went to the church
Sought for a priest
Because I was in lurch
Strength was the least
Fear had to follow
Courage was hollow
The present was timorous
And the past was vicious

There's a rise in my self-anathema
Life has become a prank
And I've become a crank
There's a rise in my self-anathema
Character has lost its rank
And sins have filled a tank

There's no stop for that self-apoplexy
Looking for peace has become obligatory
Wasted many lives of countless nonentity
Now I have to pay back for oaf notoriety

There's a rise in my self-anathema
Life has become a prank
And I've become a crank
There's a rise in my self-anathema
Character has lost its rank
And sins have filled a tank