Single Amongst The Many Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

Wherver I go, I am in the the minority.
I stay quiet and work hard. I do not want any authority.
Come home to my wife.
Kiss the start of the evening.
Rekindling my life.
Reading papers, hearing the news.
Gets me down, I get the blues.
Where I live, I am the minority.
The majority all to themselves.
Hurt me in many ways.
For so many ways, just for being different.
My youth mis-spent trying to follow the majoirity.
Robbed me of my soul.
Fate brought me a kindly soul.
Ready made and preocessed she is not.
All natural and beautiful as I could wish.
My beautiful 7 course Asian dish.
e are like.
But we are disliked
For whatever differences we hold.
Just for being ourselves.
I fear being killed.
Paranoia since a tragic event.
Positve thinking will stop my descent.
Into a deep chasm of self despair.
Tearing out my hair.
Hearing another ethinc pass.
Just dont worry, let the insults pass.
You've got too much class.
To feel despodent.
My wife the sunshine.
Beating me with postive rays.
Oh, Happy Days.
I am but in the minority.
But I feel so many.
My brothers and sisters.
Embrace a simple life.
Have kids and a wife.
Dive an old car with scratches and a big dent.
Move into a council flat.
Dont' worry about the rent.
I pray when I can.
being a penetant man.
On my lnees asking for wishes to be fulfilled.
Wrongs and injustice to be thwarted.
My pockets like my life filled.
With much expectation.I
If you are many and I am one.
I would rather my simple fun.
Ignoring you whilst deep in my dreams.
Helps me battle the day when I join the many who are so close.