Small Towner!

All I do is smile...
Because that is what I have been taught...
By my small town mother...
Who made me a small town child...
And I thought it was bad...insulting...
Being and being called a 'small towner'.

But the tag soon became so mine...
As mine as the mother...
And I carried both of them together...
To the big cities...
With all the love and grace.
Proudly I faced...The world...the people...who tagged my name.
How could I even blame...
Them. The big towners.
They were born achievers.
I was not!

I was not packed in brands...
The coloured strands...the manicured hands...
The cars, the bungalows...the lands!
Who understands...!

The struggle of limitations...
The fight of ambitions...the urge of recognitions...
The journey through several junctions...
To reach these positions...
With the tag!

And so when you call me a small towner...
All I do is smile...
Because that is what I have been taught...by my mother...
And that is what I will teach my daughter...As her mother...

Though yes, she will be a big towner...
Born in AC hospital chamber...
Studying in tall skyscrapper...
The iphone owner...
A big dreamer... And a born achiever...may be.
But certainly not a tag maker...or a tag giver...
Certainly not a discriminator...
She will be... A big heart - big towner!

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