I do not belong to anyone, leave me alone
I do not belong to anyone, leave me alone
Please, leave me alone.
When I was born, Father and Mother said
My son, my son
Our son
when I cried that day
I was loudly repeating
“Leave me, let me be, I do not belong to anyone”
No, I do not belong to anyone.
It was for the same reason
That I cried while getting baptized
Leave me alone, leave me.
I do not belong to a Christian, nor Hindu, or Jew or Buddhist
It was saying “let me be, free me” that I cried that day
I do not belong to anyone.
I do not belong to myself.
I do not belong to anyone,
Not you, not anyone
A kiss, or marriage or death
Has no right over me.
Not belonging to anyone is, life, for me
The phone in the public booth,
The computer in the cafe, the Russian girl on the road,
The cup in the teashop, the pen in the complaints register
The bus which plies from village to another village
The doctor at the clinic, the flower by the wayside, the river that flows south,
The sea which counts waves
Rain, sky anywhere, sun, moon,
Or,
A Tree by the wayside.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 9:14 AM UTC
I do not belong to anyone, leave me alone
I do not belong to anyone, leave me alone
Please, leave me alone.
When I was born, Father and Mother said
My son, my son
Our son
when I cried that day
I was loudly repeating
“Leave me, let me be, I do not belong to anyone”
No, I do not belong to anyone.
It was for the same reason
That I cried while getting baptized
Leave me alone, leave me.
I do not belong to a Christian, nor Hindu, or Jew or Buddhist
It was saying “let me be, free me” that I cried that day
I do not belong to anyone.
I do not belong to myself.
I do not belong to anyone,
Not you, not anyone
A kiss, or marriage or death
Has no right over me.
Not belonging to anyone is, life, for me
The phone in the public booth,
The computer in the cafe, the Russian girl on the road,
The cup in the teashop, the pen in the complaints register
The bus which plies from village to another village
The doctor at the clinic, the flower by the wayside, the river that flows south,
The sea which counts waves
Rain, sky anywhere, sun, moon,
Or,
A Tree by the wayside.
Translation : Anitha Varma
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