What Would I Do If One Fine Morning I Forgot Who I Was? Poem by nupur djelassi

What would I do if one fine morning I forgot who I was?
I’d sit and cry my heart out for my loveleless heart

Then slash my wrist
To drain my veins of that black, black blood
Sluggish with dark ancestral fears
Of class and caste

I’d gouge my eyes
So that I saw no poor, no rich
And beauty only in well ordered things


And rip off all that binds me like poisoned vine
My past, my thoughts, my loves, my hates.

And dying see the blue sky gather me in her arms
And feel my being well up to merge with hers.