Who Me?
Who me?
I certainly don’t understand
Who am I ??
A person defined by a piece of paper?
A person made up of IDs and not by our assiduous tasks?
If I have papers,
I have an existence
And if I don’t,
I am a breathing corpse
Really, are we so ignorant
That a piece of paper
Holds the thread to our life
That without it,
We get nothing we deserve or desire
As the paper police have a barricade beyond our personal space
A space so small that will suffocate you
Leaving you in a cage of breathlessness
And even if we do
So wish to own one of them
Despotic regulations bar us
And we are left alone
Without any papers…
Without any…
Without…
You?
- Jui Chawan