I am more like my nation than I will ever know the more I notice the more I grow into it I am from it’s past, present and future A mix of different cultures sit in my head together United by authenticity at the core and divided I am by my superficialities Drama and romanticism of my emotions, rhyming in all and many languages that scream red love. Shades of red are for my devotion and extremities, I find balance in my blues.
I do, just like how my India keeps searching in the crowd of other nations, a place of it’s own, a particular title to add over it All the multiplicities can’t be concealed in just one identity, but that’s what births the uniqueness nowhere else to be found.
However sublime the sceneries of Himalayas, I often pay visit to streets that get dark, fall back to my corrupt ways as I owe to my guilty biases Free willed at the roots but few age into rigid complexities, I try to break.
I once was soaring skies with freedom on my mind, hasting to the peak Took the fall for my ignorance onto dust in the same less time But are my wings dust just because they are covered in it?
Like my country I emerge out slower and stronger building on concrete—on the remains of what once was my golden empire I am a 100 layers of the superhumans and divinities that folded underneath me So much to express but not a word enough to justify, societies try to tame my nation with what belonged only to us. Cause we got stolen of words that we now rote learn, they teach us what has always been latent in our line. Lines that draw back to the time we unknowingly sold our value out to few cents of forged superiority, on those lines I lost some of myself, but now I know as I notice little by little— that my worth lies not in learning myself through others for acceptance, but simply recollecting those parts of me I gave away so easily.
It is true that by default daughters turn out like their mothers and I will too, but now I find no shame in my originality. Now that I know there is darkness, I will go search for light. Light for my independence. And wherever I reach, if I ever get asked—Who am I? I will simply say, my nature is my nation.
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