Vitas Ambrazas
By
Ifa Agnes
If I were a Muslim
If I were a Muslim,
I couldn’t tolerate it,
To see my Indian brother
Hating me extremely,
Only because of the religion I belong,
I would have been suffering along,
With suspicious eyes of my folk,
How could that pain I could revoke.
Where I was born, where I was brought up,
That place is not mine, I have to bear up,
This feeling, that is most unbearable,
How could I make it for me suffer able.
I will have to prove my patriotism,
Why? And even then, How would I have optimism,
How? How could I have it?
How? How could I bear that hatred feeling?
My tears and consoles are fake,
For martyr, who died for also my country’s sake,
Even if I say, I would be said wrong,
And if I didn’t, I am supporting them for sure.
Yes, I would look like them and my name,
But truth is, ‘our thinking’ aren’t same,
They are doing bad in the name of religion,
And due to this similarity, I would suffer those eyes of hatred.
I know, it’s because of religion I belong,
Because some people are using it for other’s evil and wrong,
And I understand that, so I am quite.
I don’t Rebel for my feelings because, it won’t have any right?
Nothing matters to me more or least,
Like you, than to see my country in safety, ceased.
I would even then, tolerate everything,
But not those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings.
In My mind it would just recall again and again,
“Assassinate me, Kill me or murder me with pain,
But don’t look at me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings,
Don’t look at me with those eyes of doubt and hatred feelings.”
So, If I were a Muslim,
I won’t be able to tolerate it,
To see my Indian brothers,
Hating me extremely without any of me guilty.
Thanks a lot
"hating me extremely without any of me guilty" - a powerful poetic expression of prejudice!