I will tell you tales.
of maple scented whiskey,
of sensual mornings,
of your legs braided in mine.//
I will tell you tales.
of scandalous affairs,
of queer humans,
of my body feasted by you in our dens.//
I will tell you tales.
of numerous Beadon Streets we walked,
of sidewalks we laid our feet on,
of barricades we tumbled upon.
I will tell you tales.
of your soggy lips,
pastel blue with a shade of warm red,
which smell of lilac coloured evenings.
Here I am now,
You snuggling up to my chest,
Both of us draped in prism shades.//
The Pride month is drawing closer yet the situation here, in India doesn’t seem to change.
Don’t you want to see rainbow flags draped over their bodies, marching and singing?
Or do you want to keep them out of the streets? Saying they don’t belong here? Thinking they are filthy creatures in our so polished society?
I am straight but all I ask to our fellow citizens is to support the LGBT community. They are us. They are humans. What grave mistake have they committed by being born?
Speak out.
Shout out against gender inequalities and biasness.
Picture © Anna Dart
Very well said. Nice job. 😉
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Thanks for reading 🙂
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Beautiful poem. And a brave and honest sentiment. I hope there are many parades in India and all around the world and that no-one observes them with hate in his or her heart. May your God, if you have one, go with you.
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Thank you so much !
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