Blessed was I to be born naked
Pure and innocent in everyone’s eye
Sucked the breasts of unique kind
Tasted the milk that never could match
Tender was I to be hugged and kissed
Uniquely learned to return the same
Different was the attire that I wore
Made me feel special and proud
Served was I with unique cultural food
That made me believe as the only tastiest food
Journeying East and West, North and South
Have realized how little that I had tasted
Innocent was I to be filled with beliefs and
traditions
That gave my life a sense of purpose and meaning
Thought my thinking pattern the only way to truth
But sorry! It was only one among the millions
Frail was I to be conditioned by my little
background
That watered down million ways of thinking to a
single one
Insecure of my little world I ignored to think
outside the frame
But thanks to education that freed the mind from my
little world
Bestowed was I with capacity to intellectualize and
argue
But what matters to life is little love and
compassion shared
Shortness is the life to be lived with full zest
For
naked I was born, naked shall be my return!
Romanius Barwa
