Once upon a time when you were a kid, times when you knew no political parties no career
When the only things about crayons and laughters you said were , the more the merrier!
When the word pastels took you to another land
When the set of 24 shades were your magic wand.
Let's go back to that time and try to remember each color thick
There was a white , a black, a blue, a beige and a gray stick.
You colored those birds , those roads, those dark skies a wonderful shade of gray
You lived in the world with love for each color in the hay.
So now that you are grown up and have no joy
So now you don't play anymore with your toy.
I see on you, innocence is a lost sentiment
I hear all you carry are crass opinions and resentment.
I am amused by your understanding of the world, of me
I am speechless when you call your right my right and your wrong my limitation.
At your denial of the existence of gray in every livin' being , every situation
Sir I wonder if to the museum full of fossils your school of thinking got an invitation
I see that you are highly educated but hardly learned
With no knowledge of me and mine you judge me , Oh! you nudge me !
I hear you judging me beneath your breath of my color, my creed, my food, my sexuality
With no consent of mine and no right of yours, i still see your conversations hovering around me.
You act like you lived my past, lived my emotions
You grieve like you cried my tears, smiled through tears of me.
You act heroic like you fought my wars , danced in my celebrations
Madam it must have been tough living you as you and also you as me.
I imagine you looking up from the cave you live in and wonder the sanctity of white
How your notion of right is the only right and no amount of education could sway that!
I imagine you throwing yourself deeper in the abyss while cringing at the darkness of black
How you dismiss even the idea of a different point of view and continue to have your brain as a hat.
I see how you get offended by my language, my accent, my faith, my turban, my veil
I see how you try to define my feelings for me and christen thy self my Creator you say!
I have sense of my humor, sense of my dressing, sense of my relation with God and sense of my being
I wish if only you could pause and relive the first time you saw a pack of crayons, you will see a white, a black and a gray .
When the only things about crayons and laughters you said were , the more the merrier!
When the word pastels took you to another land
When the set of 24 shades were your magic wand.
Let's go back to that time and try to remember each color thick
There was a white , a black, a blue, a beige and a gray stick.
You colored those birds , those roads, those dark skies a wonderful shade of gray
You lived in the world with love for each color in the hay.
So now that you are grown up and have no joy
So now you don't play anymore with your toy.
I see on you, innocence is a lost sentiment
I hear all you carry are crass opinions and resentment.
I am amused by your understanding of the world, of me
I am speechless when you call your right my right and your wrong my limitation.
At your denial of the existence of gray in every livin' being , every situation
Sir I wonder if to the museum full of fossils your school of thinking got an invitation
I see that you are highly educated but hardly learned
With no knowledge of me and mine you judge me , Oh! you nudge me !
I hear you judging me beneath your breath of my color, my creed, my food, my sexuality
With no consent of mine and no right of yours, i still see your conversations hovering around me.
You act like you lived my past, lived my emotions
You grieve like you cried my tears, smiled through tears of me.
You act heroic like you fought my wars , danced in my celebrations
Madam it must have been tough living you as you and also you as me.
I imagine you looking up from the cave you live in and wonder the sanctity of white
How your notion of right is the only right and no amount of education could sway that!
I imagine you throwing yourself deeper in the abyss while cringing at the darkness of black
How you dismiss even the idea of a different point of view and continue to have your brain as a hat.
I see how you get offended by my language, my accent, my faith, my turban, my veil
I see how you try to define my feelings for me and christen thy self my Creator you say!
I have sense of my humor, sense of my dressing, sense of my relation with God and sense of my being
I wish if only you could pause and relive the first time you saw a pack of crayons, you will see a white, a black and a gray .
"I see that you are highly educated but hardly learned", the situation of the self proclaimed leaders of Hinduism, and masters of the word Tolerance could not be put in better words. They walk around smug, unaware of the blinkers on their eyes, which restricts their view and renders them incapable of having an open mind.
ReplyDeleteSuch a well written piece, Snigdha. If only everyone could see the world as black, white and gray.
Your comment was so well articulated. I almost cringed at the lack of grace in my writing. Happy nonetheless you liked it :)
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