Daughter of the East and West
They ask me who I am
Time and time again
They ask me who I am
But which words shall make sense?
I am a child of the east
The Indus flows through my veins
I am a child of the west
Born and bred on her terrains
It is both the east and west
that have imprinted upon me their mark
But I am weary, oh, so weary
of screaming to the dark
For where do I belong?
The bastard child of east and west
My name is in Arabic
The necklace branded upon my chest
And although English is my native tongue
I am not the west, nor the east
I am the surface of the ocean
Belonging to both sky and sea
My place is placeless
Yet, I beg of you, do not grieve
For I have been kissed by the stars
To be of two divergent entities
Now, if they ask me who I am
I am ready with my reply
I am the daughter of the sun and moon
Whose lights shall merge until I die