The last time
The last time I felt the wind on my face,
Was when I was a little child.
The last time
I felt the warmth of the sun
Was when I was a little child.
Now
Now I have darkness around me
And in the darkness I suffocate
The world around talk about freedom
Freedom to live life
In my darkness
Nobody hears me
The scorching heat of the sun
The clammy air
Enervate me
But nobody hears me
I am forced to wear this shroud
Based on culture and religion
All of it man- made
They have darkness in them
And they coerce it on me
So that I become invisible
To beauty around me
Yet
In my darkness
They plunder me.
That too in the name of religion
My darkness
My skin
My colour.
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