I don’t need your respect.
You don’t need my participation.
I don’t get affected by your buffoonery.
You don’t get affected by my straight-forwardness.
I don’t mind your mindlessness.
You shouldn’t mind my mindfulness.
I love being the cactus asking all to be careful.
You call others a cactus, then behave like a wasp.
I know how to run alongside a team.
You utter ‘team’ but belong only to yourself.
I am just a mortal and will live my life.
You think you are a God and will still live only your life.
(A poem dedicated to the Indian Buffoonery League)
13 July 2012