To Good Lord Devil

My birth got legitimized

Since I got baldness from my father

My race was classified

With my brownish skin tone

My caste was formalized

With my cleanliness

My wealth was identified

With my dress code in general

My religion was traced

Through the symbols I carry

My language was standardized

With my unique accent

My character was recognized

Though the friends I have

But nothing in the above stood

For me alone but only in “relation to”

Good Lord Devil

Take me to hell

Where you treat all the sinners

In the same way

And if you give chance for all

To take next birth

Make us blind

Before you let us go.

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About SANKAR O

Learning to write, writing to learn.. When all is done, will unlearn things to get myself amused.. View all posts by SANKAR O

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