Respect, My Birthright

Though the rain pounds outside, Bidding everyone in my surroundings To wear a grim frown On their faces I choose to open the door of my house And to run, bare feet, in the open Letting my skin be soaked With those drips dripping from the skies, Drips which ruin my brushed-up hair And smear my made-up face Making me look as messy as would Be a cave woman! Submerged in my own fluid realm, I close my eyes And dance with imaginary friends, All who like me Can only care to please themselves, Without even opening their books to give Their stories some space to plot out about what those Who do not enjoy celestial showers Would deem to think about them merely by glancing At their clumsy dance moves! If I choose to let myself be swayed by thundery showers Or by the flow of the winds enouncing of how grand Our world is, So grand that it allows everyone treading upon its soils Some space to enact for themselves, Their own roles in a script which has been Written by some higher power, Why can’t it be that We simply feel inborn in us, the surge to be like flowers; Existing merely for our fragrance and our beauty, While allowing life to create for itself More artistry By giving permission to bees to share our pollen? Why can’t it be that We see in others, the same essence That inhabits us? And since we shall all leave, someday, After shedding off our useless and lifeless corpses Why can’t we make our duty That of understanding That only when respect is given Is it returned! After all, when I enjoy dancing in the rain I opinionate not About those who stay indoors I, rather, Am so engrossed in experiencing the mystery Of existence according to my personality And the physical attributes that Have been given to me, That everything and everyone else Become mere fumes! Respect is my oars, It allows me to keep rowing my boat Further and further into murky waters Since, armed with it, Ancient creatures fear me! Respect is my drive, It allows me to set up my car Into racing mode So as to reach the finishing line as As a winner! Respect is my breath, It allows me to be virtuous While I transit in a world Which shall never be mine! Respect is my birthright, I swear allegiance to it, But I make sure To return it only when it is Given to me!