Today,
The grey pallor of death came calling
Not a gentle knock on the door
Or friendly tap on the window
It did not leave flowers on the sill
Or chocolates on the side table
But breezed through the hallway
Collecting a debt on a life long lived
Leaving shadows of memories
For the living to remember

When I was born I
had no labels attached
to me, and I
belonged to the entire
Globe.

But the day people
attached labels
such as name,religion,
caste to me,
I became local.