MY NAME IS ONE PERCENTAGE!

MY NAME IS ONE PERCENTAGE!

 

I was called this and that:

Both in the past of glory and deary,

I was othered and bothered,

Drenched inside the superstitious coldest water,

My suffocated interior monologue was unheard,

None was brave enough to address them,

Including the warrior, king and an emperor,

The fit alone was permitted into the,

Pages of chronic, myths, legends and histories,

I was left out in the gaps and laps,

Rather I did not wish to have me figured,

Upon your scripts encrypted with partiality and malignity!

 

Even at the dawns and liberations:

I was inadequately levelled up,

As the leaders had steadfastly stood for ableism,

The physical perfection was equated to their simplicity,

And did not utter much about the disturbing deformity,

Hence, i had to wait for the nomenclatures,

To be designed and produced by the counterparts,

Which had taken me far from being who i am,

All are persons but I am annexured with disability,

I am unjustly revenged with the brand of challenged,

I was codified as benchmark to have certified remarks,

I am socially distanced through purity and charity!

 

At last, my name is one percentage:

On offspring of movements prerogative,

I am one among the countable hundred,

Just few hundreds within the uncountable carder,

I am not wanted in several disciplines,

My reservation is disturbed by the vengeful condemnation,

Yet again that fitness stupidity is upheld,

At the production of eye-bound executions,

Allocation of mine is made to confront a senseless rejection,

An annoying giggle is heard from that refusal camp,

Make us up, or you come down to us,

Till then stop operating the Politics of giving and serving!

 

dr. U. Mahendran.