Please,my God,let me not be born as a human!

I wish I were a butterfly
The butterfly, when it falls in love
Does not ask the mate,
Are you from my caste?


I wish I were a sparrow
The sparrow when it mates,
Is not worried one bit
If his mate is white or black.

I wish I were a flower
The flower gives itself in totality
And is not bothered
Whether her lover is rich or poor.

I wish I were a cow
The cow never asks her mate
when they unite
Do you love me as much as I love you?

I wish I were a deer
The deer never asks his wife
when he holds her tight
What is your take home?

I wish I were any animal
For ,in their world
Which is so different from ours
There is no ugly dowry.

It is my misfortune that I belong to mankind
In my beautiful world
There is no such thing as selfless love
For us money is everything.

It is my misfortune that Iam a humanbeing
In the unique world where I live
Money is all important
Nothing happens without money.

It is my misfortune that I am a man
In the wonderful world where I live
Religion,caste and creed
Form the foundation of marital bliss.

It is my misfortune that Iam a woman
In my bittersweet world
A woman is treated so badly
She is burnt when she does not bring dowry.

If you are going to give me another life,my God
Please let me be a butterfly
I want to enjoy the pleasures of being alive
I want to love with abandon

If you are going to give me another life,my Father
Please let me be a flower
I want to know what it is to love
With one’s entire being.

If you are going to give me another life,my maker
Please let me be a cow
I want to give myself to my partner
Without a shred of doubt in the heart.

If you are going to give me another life,my saviour
Please let me be an animal
In their world, where
Dowry is not heard of.

Please,let me not be born as a man or woman
For the the laws are different here for different people
A woman who is a mother ,is raped and abused
A woman who is a mother is burnt without remorse.

Please,let me not be born as a man or woman
For the rules vary here depending on your riches
An honest man loses his job for being honest
A dishonest man can become the ruler,he knows to survive.

Please let me be born as the wind
And wipe the sweat from a labourer’s forehead.
Let me be born as drops of water
And quench the thirst of the roadside workers.

If you are going to give me another life,my God
Please let me be born as anything, but not a humanbeing
Great are the sufferings and heartless are the people here
I do not want to suffer anymore, I do not belong here.