Wish my mind could think
Investigate, why I always sink
For all the sadness provoked thoughts
And all the guilt driven pleasures
I cry looking at my past full of treasures
For all my procrastinations
I have no one to blame, all excuses, lame
For all the bully I'm subjected to,
For all the behavior I'm objected to,
For every habit which people don't like
I can't answer their barbs & I go off strike
For every thought which didn't match theirs,
They looked at me with judgemental stares,
Every person whom I told I feel bad & bullied
They consoled me with a laughter making me sullied
I laughed at their joke on how I'm
Fat, ugly, serious, unwitty & chronically sad,
Their opinions are gospel judgements,
Mine are hostile testaments,
For every crease on my shirt,
They laughed as if I had worn a skirt
I can't match their wit,
So I couldn't defend my shit
My answer is a question to myself
Should I let this affect thyself?
But I'm not a muscular, unemotional, alpha male,
Stereotyped caricature of what society expects,
Neither I'm a rich, elite whom society respects,
I'm a product of societal insecurity,
Subservient to anyone who shows authority.
For all my alleged infirmities, I can't answer anyone,
Object of ridicule & punching bag for everyone,
Maybe my insult will invigorate me to do something,
So that I just don't write a poem & do nothing.
-Bhaumik J. Kamdar
