Who am I ?
Am I someone whose existence is defined by a body of flesh and blood
By its petite hands and weak physical stature
Or am I the one who is judged for being unsocial
Always remaining alone even in a crowd filled with friends.
If your judgment is limited to mere physical attributes
Then you’ll fail to judge me.
If your thinking is limited to mere senses
Then my presence will fail to make any sense.
I may be timid, I may be lonely
But I have an individuality, I have a soul.
I find happiness in the most ordinary things
I feel content only by looking at the morning sun.
I don’t expect anything to remain satisfied.
I don’t desire to be someone else as I love me.
You may call me stubborn and cold-hearted
But I am also gentle, fragile and sensitive.
I don’t want a name. I don’t want to be identified.
I don’t follow any religion because everyone’s blood is red like mine.
I don’t fall to a particular sect as my beliefs are universal.
I don’t belong to any one nation as I live on planet Earth.
Don’t tie me in the bonds of narrow limited relationships
Don’t force me to love one religion and hate others
Don’t tell that I can’t love someone due to caste difference
Don’t tell me not to follow my heart because of society norms.
I am born free, struggling nine months in my mother’ womb,
Breaking the shackles of binding darkness to bright daylight
Why again do you want me to chain myself
Because of your narrowness, ignorance and lack of empathy.
Long after I was born, long after I understood this world
A day arrived when I questioned the purpose of my life
In time I was surprised to find a companion living within me
A friend, a guide, an invisible powerful life force.
He cries with me, he smiles with me
He gives me courage when I succumb to despair
He has become my inspiration and aspiration
He is loving, caring and he can do anything.
He holds my hand when no one else does,
He consoles me when everybody leaves.
With him by my side I feel strong, I feel confident.
I feel complete again.
You can judge and make fun of my physicality
You can analyze and criticize the way I think
But I am neither of the two.
Who am I ? I am I.
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