INDIA

My body is a divine temple,

Of blood and bones; a cursed example. 

Drowned by the holy voices of long-gone kin,

Who preached the ethics of societal sin.

 

Abiding the laws of paradoxical superstitions,

A living example of segregation and divisions.

Myths and legends that bathe in aural dreams,

The foundations that built the corrupted realm.

 

My soul is a divine fusion,

Of scriptures and duties; an obedient illusion.

Burdened by the expectations of filial hope,

Dare I think to fight against my horoscope!