Frames

Indira pulled out two wonderful pieces of poetry from her saved drafts, and I decided to translate it for you.

English

you cannot fit me in frames
 small, big
 triangular, square
 crooked, straight
 I will move out
 dissipate in the air
 you cannot stamp me
 Hindu, Muslim
 Sikh, Christian
 Buddhist, Jain
 or anything else
 human am I
 follow humanism
 burn me, hang me
 poison me
 in the name of religion
 rituals, orthodoxy
 you cannot kill me
  
 I’m not just a mortal
 but a mix of elements
 wind, water
 wun, Earth
 endless
 beyond incarceration 
  
 only those who see me
 as a personality
 outside boundary lines
 will understand
   
  
 A dilemma
  
 I needed space
 to live in others’ hearts
 to accommodate others in mine
 to spread
 to disperse
 self and others
 to feel expansive
 to spread my wings
 and fly
  
 love of the kind
 which binds
 in slots
 -is it enough
 to let a personality
 blossom
   

Original Hindi piece at

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #99- Frame