Pyre

Come, light my pyre.

Burn in it all my prejudices

My beliefs, my faith

My high-sounding political ideologies

My ritualistic religious intricacies

My assumed intellectual superiority

My intolerant judgemental opinions

My caste, my creed, my gender

My nationality, my very identity

Then scatter my ashes in the air

That though my body was denied

It’s last gasping breath of oxygen

My soul may breathe at last