Ah Life Without Labels Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

My name the first loop made surrounding me,
And then there were circles galore:
The second one was made by family,
Caste and community formed core
Around which circled county and country.
Living with these circles for long,
I began to like implied false safety,
The feeling felt was nigh cosy,
I even thought there was notso wrong.

And then one day I thought this thought:
A life where name was not,
Nor circles to get caught,
Life sans labels, ah what a life!
Nary a curb, nor controls rife,
O to move in open space—
In ample place to pace,
Man's own personal haven,
Life of let under Sun!

Embrace if can I vast space,
What use an encircled place?
But hard piercing these circles,
Each imposing its own rules;
Perhaps men are like turtles,
Carrying weight on their backs
That, they think are safety packs;
Or schooled in constricting schools,
Perhaps men are like draught mules.
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Reflections | 8.10.2017 |