mess

when you call me dher

I am hurt

and wish to kick you in the belly

when you call me an untouchable

I am offended

and with to slap you on the face

when you call me harijan

I am humiliated

and wish to spit upon your back

when you call me a member of scheduled caste

I am insulted

and wish to monkey at you

when you call me rustic

I think I am barbarous

and wish to hawl phoren damn-bloody-backward

when you call me brown

I suppose you call me black

and wish to scratch the skin and show I am red

when you call me white

I imagine my mother slept with a sawarna

and wish to be oedipus

when you call me brother-in-law

I think you called me father-in-law

and wish to tell you are none of my kin or kith

when you call me friend or brother

I think you are neither serious nor sincere

and wish to thrust deadliest foe

when you call me man

I think you are sarcastic and called me female or animal

and wish to thrust my person into your mouth

when you call me neerav patel

I suspect you called me convert

(a crow that dyed his feathers white to be called  swan)

and wish to turn away my face

when you don’t call me anything

I am annoyed that you neglected me altogether

and wish to call you back to call me

when you ask : what to do

I am blank and tell : what to do

and wish to be interred like sita

yes, it’s all mess since beginning

like the tale of the seven-tailed mouse