I was hailed as a symbol of wisdom,
once;
The colour of
renunciation and respect.
Many were proud of me,
regardless of differences
Guess what! I was proud
of myself.
I, myself was never
yielded to any group,
Nor I was part of any
religion.
But they took me as their symbol; their colour,
Thus I changed to the symbol of rage.
I posed as the symbol of intolerance and
separation;
The colour of enmity
towards others.
Now they lead rebellion to
protect my pride
Riot and destruction follows.
I’m proclaimed as theirs;
they wear me,
And I reduced as a symbol of
hatred.
I, saffron was once the
symbol of dignity,
Now I strive to find my
dignity!
