Questions of Identity
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 child, 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.
When I joined college, I was considered a bad company.
By a teacher who did not believe in the term religion
I was still asked if I had a terrorist vision.
I wondered as a student about 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.