Perspective - the other side


I seek no penance; for all that I do,
I claim no sympathy, for sins that occurred,
Minority we form, religious we differ,
Believe in Salah and bow before him.

You, the majority, vibrant and joyous,
Sing kirtans and bhajans, doing yagna, pujas,
Sing in unison, believe in solidarity,
Sing praises of community, yet remain divided.

We live in your shadows, of landlord masters,
The fields, forests, huts, the fear, the guilt,
Insults, all that I hear of ‘cision and hair,
Food we eat; wives that we hold, culture that we breathe.

The good ignored, the evil emphasized,
Voices rose lost in the crowd, for the fear,
We lay low, none to back, we played the mouse,
The grounds claimed secular, but none guarded.

All headed into one another, some sweat while others bled,
But all lead life less glam, more miserable,
All denied, we reached nowhere,
Every step bore a weight, eventually we felt tired.

Set aside, work, study, health,
Mockery is all I hear, none talks with respect,
Still yearning, all activists, all protests, yet none headed,
I claim no land, no people, no flag, all I demand is respect.

Blind leads the blind, oppresses guilt spits fire,
Sin I commit, rage, anger, but all that you caused, though blame shall I not,
I stake claims for all actions that I am deemed for,
Nothing felt better before, nothing seemed to change after.

I changed for change, wait paved no heaven,
The path turned ugly, cry and fear slinging,
I pledged sin before him, for respect,
As is said, claim none that isn’t yours,
But I am sure none doubts my share of fair claim?

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