For what offense am I so?
Befitting nowhere
Not in the earth
Nor in the heaven
Chasing with folded tightened fists
To plant my feet
But I sink and sink
And sink
Reaching nowhere.
Many a times I’ve approached
The God, Saakaara and Niraakaara
Ram, Krishna, Jesus and Allah
For grant of an identity
As I’m chained in no religion
Nor I long either.
For what offense am I so?
I know not.
They say castrated I was
To be the guardian
Of their loved ones,
And clad me to suit.
But in plains I live
Comparing to others
For search of identity.
And I’ve strived hard.
You know undying am I
Plant me wherever you fancy
In the air of festivities,
On the earth of tolerance,
Or, may be, in clouds of flexibility
I subsist and vow to exist
And live
As Trisanku as I am
For the Visvamitras fail
To send me to the heaven.
And fails he too
To bring me back to the earth
I seek identity
Though a eunuch I’m.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem