Acid Test

Acid Test 

Each step of mine for me is an acid test 
One step I take forward they come and ask my caste 
Two steps backward I run 
And reach to the skirt of a beautiful village 
With all the curiosities in their eyes men and women 
Like a platoon of army they surround me 
And inquire the sect along with my religion 
Disheartened I walk 
And unintentionally   cross into a district 
There I meet on a down town street 
A wave of crowd, a pack of wolves 
A gang of touts and a hive of bees 
Before I take my breath in
 I am grilled and asked quite fast the place of my origin 
Bitterly I tell them what sweet sound holds my real name 
They suspect and I have no doubt 
The colour of my eye balls gives them goose bums 
So I quietly tell them the root of my clan 
They appear and I see clearly 
The hint they give is clear that they are not glad 
Disgusted I feel and before I decide to move 
I yell I shout 
 And tell you to tell them
 I am also from the same race of you, man!

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