Yearning

In the beginning

of the universe,

I was one.

There was no one

to call me

names

There was no one

to classify me

as male or female

There was no one

to label me

as Hindu or Muslim

Nobody was there

to make me

rich or poor

Nobody.

None.

Just me.

I yearned for

someone

to talk to me

I yearned for

someone

to acknowledge me

I yearned for

someone

to notice me

So, I decided

to divide me.

Again and again.

More and more

I divided me,

yearning multiplied

Now,

I am no one.

I am Yearning.

- Musten Jiruwala