A Social Product. Poem by Sandeep Dongre

Somebody, please tell me, what am I doing?
Is this the boat on the river? I was born for rowing,
Where does this river flow to?
Am I the captain or just a member of the crew?
Really, there are things I need to know,
How long I have been flowing with the flow?
And now here, I am thrown like a garbage on the shore of time,
I am laid crippled and baffled like a scum that can't shine.

I had eyes but I didn't see,
That the life I had been living wasn't mine.

Now I don't know, where do I stand?
Life revolves around just like this ceiling fan,
Am I what I always wanted to be?
Where is the dream that my eyes used to see?
Oh! look there that dead fish floating on the sea,
That is my dream, now look, how it has been gnawing by the sharks of expectations and by the worms of circumstances.

My dream is no longer mine,
It is rusted and it doesn't shine,
I am not where I wanted to be,
Instead of jungle I have become a garden tree.

Lost in the alleys of suffocative customs I find myself nowhere,
My eyes can't see what they should see,
While they see what they have been shown,
I act and dance before 'them' like a social clown,
I thought I was Almighty's product,
Never realised when I became a social product.