I Am The Odd 'other' Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

I am too odd to be fitted with you.
When you go to school to study,
I study nature in the field with the cows.
When you read books behind teachers,
I read the scorching sun shine bright.
When you take 'mid-day-meal' in mid day,
I take only water to feed my Himalayan hunger.
When you play cricket at tiny tiffin hours,
I, too, play, not cricket, but with time to collect wood.
When you come back home and take rest,
I, too, come back and forget to take rest.

I am the 'savage', one who has no education.
I am the one who has a heart led by 'emotion'.
I am the 'proletarian' who works for you few.
I am the the penniless who hates your wealth.
I am the wretched sinner in your rulling eye.

I am the 'other', you are the superior brother,
I am the dazzling dark, you are apparent alight,
I am the beautiful black, you are the faintly fair.
I have a huge heart, you have only a narrow mind.
If my heart loves, can your mind understand it's beats?