What is holy, what is not?
Forgive me I know not. (But do you?)
But I see right from wrong!
In either black or white, we do not belong. (Aren’t you different shades, too?)
Neither are we brands to be labeled as a caste,
Our body and faces aren’t molded or cast (Is yours?)
Why does ethnicity chalk out a boundary,
Draw us out from your land of purity? (Pure, really?)
Do we fit in your puzzle, is the decision ever ours or mine?
Who is rightly empowered to decide where to draw the line?