Why I have to be like you?
I might be one dimensional
You can add a new dimension to me
When BJP wants us to scream Bharat Mata Ki Jai
Let my Muslim brother chant Jai Hind
Why all the colours have to turn saffron?
I love black and blue.
When my lover left me suddenly one day
I questioned
He slammed the door on my face.
Today I question the establishment
My rulers
When I see dead bodies hanged atop trees and grazing buffaloes cry in silence
I question a hundred times
I am Rohith
I am Kanhaiya
I am Umar
I am Anirban
I am Soni Sori
Yes, I am Irom Sharmila
I am one, but many
The voices that question
A million questions to an establishment that has shut the door on our faces.
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