The Collector of Shells

I am a Monster in human form,

So they say,

So they shriek.

Kill him! Kill him!

I heard loud and clear when I was born.

A Monster in the worst form,

Clothed in blotches,

My brother pinched me really hard,

My sister prayed for my death,

Ah! Death!

An awful but a beautiful thing,

At least comes with certainty.

When I was born,

They say a vixen cried very hard,

And I was born

By Default? 

I am a Clown,

This world is not my oyster but a circus,

People laugh,

I let them laugh. 

Am I a cow?

A white and black cow?

Or a dog? 

A chitkabri, a safedi, 

They think they abuse me.

I am nothing of these. 

I am a beautiful person,

This I Know,

No, I am not a monster,

The mirror says I am not,

And I trust the mirror.

Dear wind, 

Take me to the land of free,

For I Am a Collector of Shells.