Questions of identity,
That seem to boggle me now.
Can I seek my own answers,
Or should I just accept the ones given by thou?
As a kid, I was told
About how things are,
With the remark of a teacher,
'You won't be able to go too far..'
Because I learnt a language that she did not like,
Maybe, I should have learnt Sanskrit to get it right.
As I joined College, I was considered a bad company,
By a teacher who did not believe in the term 'religion',
I was still questioned if I had a terrorist vision,
I wondered as a student how I was a terror,
I guess, my name was enough of an error.
A few years later, I was called a murderer,
For eating what I eat,
You know that one thing called "meat".
"How heartless of you," they said,
While having a chicken wing with a dole of bread.
With all that I have been through in my life,
I do not dare to ask these questions anymore,
For I know who I am,
Nothing more than a caste, a religion or a name.