The lips are pursed.
The eye-brow lifts,
ever so little.
The eyes are just a shade sterner.
That special look
has just condemned you--
“So,
you are one of those”
And ‘those’, for me,
has often been--
Indian
Muslim
Gay
Apostate.
And every time,
it was said
that we were being given
‘special rights’, being ‘appeased’.
Every time,
the condemners, if given the power
would happily rid the World of
the condemned ‘those’.
Incredulous,
I remember the witch-hunts,
the auschwitzes, the crusades
the rightist brigades, the parivars.
And you,
Mother.
- owais
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This is first being published here.
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