Wednesday, February 15, 2012


The world is vast, moving so fast
Inventions amaze me, never failing to daze me
I too dared to envision           
My uniqueness gave me my mission

I thought the world was my playground
But, my hierarchy made me deeply confound
I was in a box of which I was unaware
My identity was damaged beyond repair

My caste is my label
They do not care if I’m capable
My caste is my custom
There is no way to evade this dictum

I too crave for a heart filled with love
But, my caste is put all above
My human spirit is aghast
I’m just my caste