They defend a religion I profess;
They uphold a religion I practice.
They work in a manner I despise.
They indulge in violence I abhor.
I mind my way, indifferent to them.
I live away, unmindful of their likes.
I avoid establishing any track.
I'm identified with them by the rest.
I am blamed for being quiet with them,
For having some soft corner for such ones,
And for not screaming loud enough at all
To shut their fringe down open in public.
I am embarrassed to mingle with the rest.
I am ashamed to be a part of the peace.
The fundamentalists must give me allowance.
The society may take me to confidence.
28.12.2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem