I was born nameless
No words of my own
But everyone felt the need
To have a name for me
It would give me an identity
Something to hold onto
Weave together memories
Make me stand out in the crowds
But then all I ever wanted to do
Was blend in
My name would reach before me
To places unknown
Sometimes specifying my religion
Sometimes my intentions
Never would I be separated from it
But could it ever define me?
If I told you it means nothing
My name has no reason
Just a whim, perhaps
A pinch of my past,
mingling with my present
How would you know the difference?
Would you love me a bit more
Or hate me with all your might?
Would you pour out a truckload of sympathy
Or make me a conundrum of your eyes?
What’s in a name, I would chime
And yet, you wouldn’t stop asking
Everyone needs a tag, you would quip
And love, that would make me so mad
So I invent a fib, feed you some lies
Chalk out a meaning just for your kind eyes
And now, I guess you would be surely impressed
After all you have a woman, who definitely knows
The importance of a name.
*My mum loved the name so much she made up in her mind that she decided to keep it
