The game of name
The Game Of Names
-Marry Hazarika
'Allah'
I called God,
Just to be made feel guilty for something,
Which I wasn't sure.
A fierce look startled me,
And the words followed-
“It is inauspicious, stop calling that name! ”
That left me wondering in disgust.
My Mum always called God by that name,
And when I did, why was I to blame?
I stopped calling God by any name!
I was only nine then.
As I grew up, I learnt
I had to choose as to which name of God to chant,
And that people are divided in groups,
And God is differentiated by names,
But I couldn't find a group for me,
The one where I could fit in completely.
I was different, I came to know.
Then too I didn't want to call God by a name aloud.
I kept silent in the crowd.
I had him in my heart,
The divine.
The puzzle of names in which, He isn't a part.
My Father had a name for God,
Different from what my Mother called.
They never made me choose between the two though.
Nor did they say whether I should raise my hands for Dua,
Or bow my head down in front of an idol for blessings.
But they made me believe that there was one supreme,
Who keeps us giving, blessing and loving.
Indeed he does, and indeed I believe.
But, sigh, I still fail to name him.
For me it's funny, the game of names.
I never had a name but still I could find Him.
The Supreme!
Perks of being born to an intercaste parents.
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