Before I became a son,
Before I became a brother,
Before I became a boyfriend,
I became a citizen.

A member of this glorious republic,
A brethren of a religious majority,
A student of an ideology far beyond my understanding,
A disciple of the right way.

A cacophony of wisdom,
Unwanted yet gained.
The more I learned,
The less I understood.

The rights and wrongs,
Like Upanishads and Vedas,
My role was set,
Through religion and gender.

But as the giants spoke,
Like gospels their truth,
It was the voice of the unheard,
That in me grew.

Even today,
I don't always know right from wrong,
Yet I'm taught by my betters,
That giants always fall.

My sister, my mother,
My better half together,
Guide me, direct me,
Ensure I don't slip through the large societal faults.

The world that we live in,
Is biased and grey.
But all it takes is a spark,
A voice to blow the dust away.

I left cause I cared
But you never dared
To confront me
You just let me be
I cried over the time spent
The moments and stuffs you sent
Now I packed it all for you
To send all back for your new
A replacement love waiting in queue
That's ok, you can gift the stuffs to her
I heard she drives a porsche car
Was that the reason you got lured
Madly in love that you forgot you assured
To be with me always
To stick by my side in every ways
But the ingredient of being rich lacked in me
The actual reasons, I now see
It's fine as this was predicted to be
I opened my arms to let you go
You never turned back to thank me, No...


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