Define me not by land or faith
Or by what trade I ply
No country or town
No religion or faith
No trade or job
None I call my own
They’re all part of me
Yet none vests in me
They’ve all shaped me
Yet none defines me
The world loves groups,
Categories and classes
Works for most guys,
Is lapped up by the masses
I seek no identity
I wish for none
I’ll go without fuss
When my job’s done
But whence I come
And where I go
No man-made marks there
For me to show.
6 comments:
Ongelooflijk mooi! Feel the same, I love it! Tears coming up...
Thanks, Lil. Can imagine you feel the same way, what with your Spain-SA experiences.
Beautiful thoughts first and foremost, beautifully expressed. You have a nice flair for poetry.
Wow. I didn't know you could write poetry, Raja Mama :)
And how true!
@Ava, thanks. I find a short poem sometimes says more than a thousand words.
@Nandu, thanks. Yes, I am an occasional dabbler. Usually on subjects like love, freedom, life and death.:-)
मेरे मुस्कुराने से जो दुनिया के लबोँ पर हँसी आये ,
अपने दर्द छुपाकर मैँ यूँही मुस्कुराता रहुँगा ।
really awesome lines sir
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