Alien

Thy blood calls

My tears, Oh, dog!

Why you fight

For nobody’s sake,

A sentimental fool

You may utter

And you are right

I’m not a

Chameleon to go

For a colour change

Yet I long for

An approved love

From all quarters

Is it a mistake

To go weak

On others’s misery?

‘walk on a trodden

Path’, a voice echoes

Be it my way

Or the high way

Don’t spit on for

Being a village lass

It’s always safety first

And comfort next

When there’s a

Fight between the

Brain and heart

Neither weak to cry

Nor strong to risk

I’m not alien

But indeed human.