I am tired of this racial gulf between us.
We are Indians but oftentimes mistaken as Chinese.
I am victim of racism, in this era it’s disgust.
You all have bought me to crisis.
I am blonde, with almond eyes.
Straight hairs and short stature.
But sexually we are harassed on high.
I am not open for you to use me, I never makes such gestures.
You have killed my brothers and sisters,
By sticks and rods till they breath last.
But though our news doesn’t become block blusters,
I am left out from federation, but all these news don’t get cast..
I agree we have different names,
Different cultures and rituals.
But we are Indians and patriotism in our hearts flames
We respect martyrs as well as tricolour.
I am bullied and tortured. In offices ,at schools and colleges.
You get enraged by seeing me, in malls , theatres and parks.
You all think I might be a prostitute who doesn’t hold grudges.
But, I am a human being, Who is pushed forcibly in dark.
Playing in laps of green valleys I have grown.
I have quirk of first sun rise with orangey shades in sky.
I have lost in shivaliks and felt piercing of thorns.
For that splendor nature, million times I can die.
I am also an Indian,living in development deprived states.
My Mongolian feature doesn’t mean I should be discriminated.
I will belong to this ethnic land,as it is in my trait.
All these I wanted to say, treat me with love not hatred…