Hero No Zero

Why Third, why freak

when I am my own nature

compact in all dimensions

the same legs, hands and a face

the sun and moon kiss everyday.

I read and write as the Ganga flows

swift and slow as the mood goes.

Today I am everywhere

Universities, Court benches and all

Yes I fly Mirage and Fire Bazooka

come debate with me in the bed room

I have the same urge to beat passion

Yes I am a Hero but always Third.

To your pity I have contempt

to your charity I spit fire

take me or leave as I am

I am no Third, no freak

I am my tune,

sing me if you can.

Sabita Sahu