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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.
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Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
Tomorrows
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.
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ishaan-khandpur
Indian
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 2:18 AM UTC
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