Who Am I Poem by MJ Khalid

5. Who am I
For a long time
I have been questioning myself, who am i?
My college friend Nilofer is asking me why?
Born in a farmers family of five,
Gifted by a nomenclature and a religion,
Life rolled at is cost season after season,
Being at home taught by a Molla,
Who narrated me the story of Eve and Adam,
Hell and Heaven,
Angels, God, and his scriptures,
Raptiles, birds insects and fly
Universe, earth, sea and sky,
Sun, Moon and stars, (Not about the black hole)
Made me to believe that
Life is a gift of God. He is the giver, He is the taker.
We are born to serve others
Make the life beautiful, decorated by social norms,
I have grown a bit, added many books to Dass capital,
Like others i am a moving star too.
I am growing day by day so my questions,
Often Mom laughs, Dad smiles at the questions,
They are replying all the questions about life, death, hell and heaven.
Which i understand a bit, not much
I have grown big,
So my questions, innumerable, swelling like rubber,
My data hunger mind adds and adds questions
I am again with my question to Mom, across
Mom surrenders happily, says badmash! (Naughty)
Dad has no reply, looses smile while encountering me,
Molla scared of my questions, unhappy, discards
Says i am misguided by Marx,
I have read about Carl Marx, he did not answer all the questions.
He only questioned the status of equality and distribution of economy.
He rejected Mollas with logic and scientific theories.
The bigger economies did not reply. Moulla also discarded him then...
Even today, Molla takes Marx as his greatest enemy.
Molla does not want me to think again.
A thinking brain is a dangerous brain, he says.
Molla says; don't think, but the scriptures say something different,
God in Book commands his children to think
about life, death, earth, sky and universe.
So why Mollah has created a barrier against openness?
Why is he afraid of Marx and science in today's world?
When capitalism has taken over the global economy.
Rich are becoming richer and poor becoming poorer...
Same confronting situation was evolving, four decades back
One day Mr Kamleshwar, the greatest thinker of twentieth Century said,
Young man, clergy is a foxy,
Clergy is a thesis,
Clergy is a school,
Where there is a formula to learn and earn, out of college,
By defaming logic and science., by debarring knowledge.
you may be the favorite of Molla if you are not a thinking animal.
That was back in eighties...
Now in 2016 as per the culture of Dominos and Kentki, life has changed.
Situation has improved, reforms have taken place
However, the clergy is still alive and active
Engaged in optimizing its thought process.
Expanding its market, introducing new brands,
Moreover, there are takers of clergies even today!
Am into forties having patches of time on physique, mind and writing
Am still concerned for the displaced lot of
Tehri, Narmada, palestines and Rohingyas.
Am still having questions about Ramua and Kalua of my village
They are lost among millions of daily wage laborers.
Without any specific cultural ethos, richness of civilization.
Molla argues destiny? who wrote destiny of Ramua and Kalua?
Why do i have such uncomfortable questions?
o dear Nilofar, i do not know.
Who am I?
Why i am wondering throughout my life.
it is said, Wanderer gathers honey? Did I