Birth

Recalcitrant was I, 

Not to learn 

How to play the flute 

That spreads the 

Music of peace, 

Killing the evil inside 

And prevalent in others.

Supercilious was I, 

Not to care a fig 

About the emotions of others.

Oppressor was I, 

To beat my drum, 

To prove my teachings 

To the world. 

Ignorant was I,

To think that 

My birth is to become 

A connoisseur of 

Theoretical knowledge, 

Lacking in profoundness 

Of work towards 

True human qualities.

Yes, 

When truth says, 

I am a disaster, 

My pompous heart 

And my so-called 

Intelligent brain declare 

Me the triumphant 

In the race of life 

Meant for segregation 

Of human beings 

On the name 

Of caste and religion.