Where I Stand
The tree of Knowledge Had my name carved in it's side From the first day I was born; Before I could decide. The great willow's coils Entwined and snared my dry mind And preached my 'American' name, My aspiring height Defying gods and science. But I see Shiva through my eyes. I have become death In the willow's slow progress, Setting my hopes ablaze and My memories alight, the final revenge Of my grandfather's dream and My dead father's might- The tree of life Owns the homeward strands Somewhere within my weary limbs, Too young to grow And already forced to feel Anything Except hopelessly alone... It was never me who chose In absence of a mother To know and never grow Towards Brahma, I never got to take cover below The grove of a lover's tracks Back To my homelands, In my dreams, Where I stand. I was pulled from that world Long ago By latex hands.