My Home Is Nowhere. Poem by Iris Suu

My home is nowhere,
For I'm meant to roam everywhere,
A bird with wounded wings,
Scarred by this cruel world.

To society, I'm a burden,
A silence in my father's eyes,
A dead river's hollow voice.
No rights, no belongings,

Even to the Creator, I'm the weakest,
Among all creations.
Yet, I'm the best singer,
My voice crushed every time.

I'm the real holder,
My rights violated, always.
My wings clipped, repeatedly,
For I'm the best pilot.

My thoughts blocked, constantly,
For I'm the best poet.
My feelings criticized,
For I'm the ocean of kindness.

I'm the one, the only one,
Without whom the universe is meaningless.
Called 'woman' in English,
'Nari' in Hindi, 'Aurat' in Urdu,

But my true name remains unknown.
For my home is nowhere.