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
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