Dumb World Poem by Azitej Anand

'SHE' is a braced base of a house,

'SHE' is a sister,
'SHE' is a wife,
Oh! Dreadful carnal-ism world;
'SHE' is a life.

If an eye can survive without an eyelid,
Then
I am an eyelid;

If a word looses fame, value and power
After disengaging from the mouth,
Then
I am that word.

Why?

'Blue eye' preference towards me!
Am I not, the part of this world glee.

I am a lovely, feeble creature of GOD;
Save me, Mom, from this world, materialism 'bloody sword'.

I am an X sperm;
In this materialistic world,
I am mere a drastic germ.
After pacing millions of sperms,
I became the part of my mother's womb;

I am a cell,
Now
I am a tissue,
I am germinating;
I am originating.

So perfection, calmness, tenderness inside
My mother's womb, I bear;
Never anticipated and speculated
I would be an impending tear.

Tissues strengthen me in a skin;
I attached,
Speculating that attachment is a firm
But is a feeble, frail and infirm.

I am originating in this'
......... 'DUMB WORLD'.............
How soft that two legs, I bear inside,
How soft those hands about,
I am so much fear aside.

Days and Days passing on;
I would be 'HE' all they reckon.

I am going to be checked

I would be happy
Or
I should be happy

Never mind!

A white creature (doctor) checked me
He said....
Alas!

' 'XX' sperm is there.
'SHE' is there,
'Female' is there.
All the happiness, blazing faces seems to shrink and close here.

A drug penetrates me,
I get bloody and detach from my Womb.
All of my skin gets dicey,
I convey:
We are welcoming a world of GAY...
Where 'HE' only with 'HE' lay...................

Body temp.! I feel;
Unconsciousness! I feel;
Fear that I feel;
This one is the first time, all that feeling I conceal.

First time, I got strangle inside the womb,
First time, I got a real picture of this degrade-full world.
Water droplets on my hand
Becomes the tear of my Motherland.

How? I blame My Mom for this sin;
Who is the part of my skin.

Let me spare! Oooo white creature,
Let me spare! All 'HE' miniature.
Let me live! Mama;
Let me prove myself! Papa.

I am a future wife..
I am someone's future life.

No one sees my Mother tear;
No one sees my piercing fear.
It seems I am standing on the verge of my Mom's heart to hear.
Speculation sparks, made it clear;
My Mom says
Would you like to live a life of 'SHE'
Just like me.

Mom:

I would be a rainbow of this ' HE' world,
Seven colors I want to show this illiterate world;

Fame, Power, possession, I bear,
I would be a doctor, engineer, scientist: I swear.

Mom,
I am suffocating..
Save me!
Save me!

Suffocating!
I am strangling inside!


Tear not of mine,
Tear not of this 'HE' world;
It's My Mom tear,
Saving me from this wall street is her fear.

When I disengage from there
Carnal matchstick going to burn me here....

Matchstick is the 'HE' world
Burning, fiercely
Is a part of this disparity world.....

Blazing temperature, I am feeling
Illiteracy piercing fire, make's me broiling.
I lose my sign
I loose my value....

Even 'HE' world would blaze me;
Or they broil me considering mere a crop.

I would be again in this world
In the form of rain
May be,
In the form of storm in vain;


I am waiting for that moment
When,
There is no antithesis that grasp our society,
'HE' or 'SHE'
Both stand,
On the firm base of literacy.

Up to that moment,
Up to that prosperity time when earth becomes heaven.
I would be a drop.
NO,
I should be a drop.
You have ended my life.
Not my relationship,
I carry my heart with my soul.

Up to that time.....
Let me live in the form of clouds
Soothing, Shadowing the uppermost soul.