Friday, October 18, 2024

EXILE


EXILE

Early in my life,

Mother cursed me to be an exile—

motherless, fatherless,

kinless, and friendless.

Since then, I’ve drifted,

goalless and rootless,

laughing at Mother's naïveté.

The poor soul knew not

she too was an exile,

believing herself born with caste,

religion, nativity, color, and language—

all mere accidents people are blindly born into.

 

How funny it is:

exiles on Earth believe they’re rooted,

while Earth itself spins in exile,

cast away, rootless, with abandon!