A Physical Being

I exist in numbers; in years and days,
In volume and mass, in adhaar too.
Prove my presence in the things I use,
The dress I wear, the books I own
And in the one I gave birth to too.
Count my needs in the food I eat,
In the bed I sleep, in the phone I hold.
Yes, I do exist as a physical being.

I am asked the howabouts of
My child, my parents, and even relatives
But never of this poor physical being.
Devoid of dreams and desires,
Be a puppet. Who the hell
Had taught me to dream?
To educate, to work and to make
The next move, I need consent.
And that is the biggest favour on earth.
Thank you honourable beings
For signing it. Am I owned?
Shall the words hurt me?
No! I am just a physical being.

I am like a virtual assistant.
Yell at me, shout at me,
I shall be always polite.
No other emojis to wear
Except the cute smileys.
Can I be angry at them?
Can I cry out loud before them?
No! I am just a physical being.

Inside something still whispers,
"Be free, write not what is dictated,
But what you feel, there you find
Your happiness." Alas! Who knows
This physical being has gave up
On happiness and desires only peace.
Shall these words heal me?
No! I was never wounded
'Cause I am just a physical being.