>≫≫This Universe Is My Oyster

Be firm And hold fast your ground If strong winds come in your way You won’t be unstable Spread your roots deep inside Rock hard your attachment You need an identity But cut my all With the swords of dispassion I want to be free from any trappings Free from caste, creed, political identities and nationalism Spread my roots to the sky And let me hang upside down like a cosmopolitan tree I belong neither to any false pride Nor to any infatuation To live in duality is not my desire Nor my cup of tea This is not at all synonymous with indifference or apathy My path is a real struggle to be an ego-free An effort to belong to the universe, my oyster