I AM HUMANITY

Deep in my heart, yet shallow within,

A scattered room of countless questions. 

The system asked me to solve them all,

But every answer felt undeciphered.

I found a single word — Love.

What does it mean?

I do not know.

My eyes fell upon another word —

 Kindness.

Strange and unfamiliar.

 Then came Mercy —

A cry from hell,

A desperate wish to escape.

Solidarity was never written

In the dictionary I was given.

And Equality —

I could not even spell it.

So I asked myself:

Where do I belong?

Life itself became a puzzle.

 I saw protests, violence, calamities,

 People filled with greedy eyes and endless

 desires.

A beloved husband carrying

The lifeless body of his wife.

 A brother lifting a corpse

 From the graveyard’s silence.

A helpless father Watching

evil hunt his child.

I slept upon the streets

After bulldozers stole my home.

 I stood in endless queues —

 To vote,

 To exchange money,

To get gas cylinders,

To receive medicine.

 And still, I searched for equality.

I lost my friends

When truth leaked onto paper.

They disappeared,

Leaving only silence behind.

 People were no longer Who they once were.

 Troubled souls walked endlessly

Through broken streets.

Then I saw a future —

 People questioning the system,

Walking together

Toward something brighter.

 Among them stood a shepherd,

Selfless, never greedy.

 I called him Gandhi.

He was educated, principled,

A man of peace and values.

Through him I came to know India.

I walked beside his ideas,

 Imitated his courage,

Followed his path,

Learned humanity.

At last,

 I touched the depth

Hidden beneath my shallow heart.

Humanity —

Religious harmony,

Solidarity,

Compassion.

 Yet society threw stones at me.

They called me a fool,

An outsider.

 They killed me a thousand times

 With words and hatred.

They denied me freedom,

 Imprisoned my choices,

 And claimed victory over my soul.

 Still,

I raised my voice:

“Vande Mataram.”

“Jai Shree Ram.”

I never hesitated.

But they saw only labels —

Minority, converted, different.

And I wondered again:

Who am I?

I am the origin.

 I have travelled through time zones,

Moved with the wind,

Carried seasons,

emotions,

Pain and hope alike.

 I am not hatred.

 I am not division.

I am Humanity.