I understand!

I understand your pain at my suggestion that there should be no borders.
You lose that one identity you have always felt one with.
You hence choose to confer me with some other.
"Idle idealist!",  you call me.  Or "idiot-intellectual" at times.
Calling me names feels better than calling yourself a homeless man.
You have accepted a name for your home, after all.
Though the name never had anything to do with you
You never had a role anyway..

I understand why you call me a "commie" with a lot of indignation!

After all I dare to suggest a class-less society!
Who would you pity if there are no beggars?
If the person coming to mow your lawn is also the pilot who flies you to the next city,  

If it's his side business to build college fund for his boys but he also can talk about his last visit to Paris with you, 

Who do you boss around? 

The class is such a part of your identity!

It almost feels like your right to be at the top end of the slope . 

You feel upper and claim middle. 

You definitely do not want to lose the power that comes with that identity! 

And that feeling of being a self-made man! Aah! Heaven!

I understand your pain at my suggestion of a caste-less society.
I almost try to rob you off the identity that you have lived with.
It's like going through Linda Goodman knowing you are a Libran,
And finding everything right there!
And then, after many years, getting to know that you were actually a Taurean!
You definitely do not want to know you are not a Brahmin.
You never were.

And then a Rohith dies trying to lose his caste tag!
And it's only after he is long dead,
A court of law takes away his reason to die for. 
His caste.