Bear me and clap hands
Hoping I would look towards you
While all the time you turned around
Looking at Sujata auntie’s child
Responding much quicker than I did.
I never asked to be born
So that you could shelve
The plans that you had made
If it were a daughter
And then underline the words
“IFS” and “Tennis star” in red
And then again in green and black.
I never asked to enter this earth
So that you can show me off
To all those who entered your house
And in their eagerness mentioned
How their son won the arts contest.
And then enroll me in a nearby arts class.
Where an education is time-bound
And not a stairway into the boundless,
Where being humane is never taught
By teachers and parents who call
Themselves well-wishers and human
I never asked for this life
Where I will be counted in terms
Of strengths and weaknesses
And finally tallied into the sum of
A model student or someone who was
What your son should never become.