Frozen between time and space
Lost in natures concentration camp
I had to forgo my identity by face
Religion, caste and creed, what a shamp?
With several identities while I fiddle
It looks like an epic, this riddle
Narrated with elegance and style
The fable takes you far a mile
For reasons beyond imagination,
Fanatic emotions sprout as instigators;
And kill the mocking bird of the nation,
Ensuing in blown up crime indicators.
Shackled in chains and caned,
My heart would still pray for peace.
Break my physique until you have drained,
Yet my mind is free to think in solace.
Ways of life, obscure and esoteric,
In search of thy identity mesmeric.
A warrior, a poet, a teacher at times
Changing to meet and keep up with times.
The law of the land fierce and vicious
Tiring strive and remorse delicious
Bitter enough to chew or to bite
Identity thus cause hassle galore,
Do away with one for the daily chore;
For I have to return to his abode,
Once over with this part or episode.