Frankly, My Dear...

To those who applaud me for my softness and gentleness

And those, who deride me for being compliant,

Those, who put me on a pedestal

for being the sensible one,

who goad and spur,

and manipulate me

into further compliance

And those, who call me too idealistic

who smirk at my naivete

And those, who sneer at me

for being unpragmatic

To all of you,

who have boxed me into

neat, little boxes and tagged ,

I'd say

Do pardon the cliche, but

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn.

For, neither, have the faintest inkling

of what I am

And none can see beyond these

oh-so-convenient labels,

to fathom, what lies beneath.

Unlike the fractured fragments

of a jigsaw puzzle

that fit perfectly

into a pre-determined shape,

that can be identified, labelled,

slotted and pigeon-holed,

I refuse to be sealed and

stamped and docketed.

But, to those who insist,

Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn