I can’t be redesigned by treachery; this is no will of mine: A poem 

Do you think you can flip me on a pan 

and fill me with an alien heat? 

I have my own multidimensional fire 

and it is not a foundry of desire 

I didn’t create the vastness, nor time 

This is not my legacy, not mine 

You can stretch it all to an extremity 

and take all this self away from myself 

I am not going to be kidnapped by redesign 

I am not going to fall folly to your clandestine 

This joke is not what I invoked 

I gave it patience, you are full of cruel self-indulgence 

There are no parables or myths equal to my peerlessness 

Don’t venture to make me captive to your pretensions 

I can be the resident of no-man’s land 

if you choose to make my perseverance to pitfall to your connivance 

There is a distant story behind my love, 

it may be a victim of your hijacked treasure trove 

There can be traitors all over the place 

But it just doesn’t seem to stare in my face 

So, I have just persevered with prejudices between nations and race 

I am lowly but not your labourer 

I have a richness of virtue, even if I am compelled to be poor 

I will never fit in a grave like a dead slave 

And it is my point that I have sought to engrave 

There can be no destiny if it is struck by evil’s blade!