Random Rights Movement

Nikhil Madan. ISPP and CFW 2009

The sun is yellow and the grass green.
That’s how it has always been.
It has to be summers after spring and spring after winter
To light a fire you would have to have a splinter
They say that’s how it was to be
After drinking lots of water I would have no choice but to pee!
Choice is the word!
That distinguishes an ostrich from a flying bird.
Oh god, Can you hear my voice?
Why do I not have more choice?
Why can’t I decide, say, when it rains
So that I could maximise my gains
Why does less of my burger remain after a larger bite?
Why can I not eat more and still be thin and light?
Why can I not paint to life my dream girl
Who would look like the most beautiful pearl?
Why can’t I be a goldfish who could fly?
Why can’t I choose to be an elephant who could reason?
Why can’t I be a rose and still express my love for somebody who loves me?
Why can’t I have an affair with moonlight
And spend a vacation with her on her father, the moon?
Why can’t I have a universe of my own?
Where it’s me who decides when the neighbours moan
Neighbours may still be free
For in my universe they would keep only their detached photo-cop-ee
Their original selves may lie in their own universe
Which would belong to them like a private purse
I won’t mind if they also keep my photocopy
We could all share this common hobby
I would still not be completely free.
For I would not be free to go to others’ universe
But this could be less of a curse
If we could plan mutual vacations to each others’ universe!!
Oh dear God,
Before I return to my liberty-less way
I have only one last thing to say
You could have given us more rights
And had let us all fly like free kites.