Years back on an ordinary day
God conceived an idea from some clay
He moulded another human form
Not much hard work, just the usual norm
Then he devised another fable of strife
And gave me a role in the drama called Life
He decided himself to be the director
And found assistants to play the various characters
So, here I am working in stereotypical divides
Sometimes the lead, sometimes just watching from aside
At times I don't want to be on stage anymore
Open my eyes to find it all cast on a distant shore
Existing as daughter, sister and wife
But not living the miracle of life
With consciousness came civilization's rules
Culture, language, morals and other societal tools
I too became a part of the system
Sometimes my own and sometimes other's terms
People have so much venom in their heart
Only need a spark to start
Full of rhetoric questions
Searching hidden motives in every word and action
They want to put two and two together
But wonder how can the answer be four
In this play I often get the advise
From those who call themselves older but often the wise
How to dress, express or speak my lines?
Why the stars in the sky shine?
Even I became a comrade, a friend
Defining, condemning and taking stand
Limiting or glorifying as much as I can
What an experience to be human!
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