I short poem

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I am not defined by your appraisal ratings.
I am not defined by the fact that you nag me for being a unconcerned husband, or yell for being a failed father.
I am not defined by your hollow looks every morning you see me leaving the house, perhaps desiring that I sit at the chair next to you and listen to your views about the daily News.
I am not defined by your thinking that I always side with my wife and never try to understand your agonies of the old age and ensuing helplessness.
I am not defined by the ‘unsocial’ tag you stick upon me in the umpteen socials that celebrate occasions which give you opportunities for displaying your wealth or the socially successful children.
I am not defined by the temple I visit and the temples I do not.
I am not defined by the brackets of the income tax you extract from me.
I am not defined by the house I live or the car I drive.
I am not defined by the type of movies I cherish or the music I listen.
I am not defined by what I was yesterday or what I am today.
I am this all and much more. I am Him, or Her.
Or, maybe, just a tiny entity in an ever expanding Universe who sees it all, yet doesn’t understand.

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Tapan Mozumdar

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tapanmozumdar@gmail.comTapan is an engineer by training and a real estate builder by profession. His interests lie in poetry, short stories and now, in photography. Caught between disparate pulling forces, he finds his balance. Writing is catharsis for him. Voyeurism, too! He is 50 now and live in Bangalore with parents and wife; his son is 20 and studies digital design. Recently, Tapan had been shortlisted for Star Writer’s Programme, a national competition for writers organised by Star TV.
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