A poem about the trials and tribulations of the LGBTQ community, by Kabir, for Different Truths.
We know what fails to suit us
Yet we believe that it is an obligation
No, it’s not, O dear friend of mine
Never ask the shy but friendly orator
Whom we all know as a “Boy”
Whether he is a gay or not!
Never ask a beaten and betrayed girl’s lip
When she touches another soft petal
Whether she is a lesbian or not!
Do not ask a transitory individual
Who travels through a girl’s slender body
Along with a cracked boy’s shy silhouette
Whether he or she is a bisexual or not!
Do not bring the question of confusion
About a cold face with valiant slopes
Whether she is a transgender or not!
For you are spelling the word with pride
But unconsciously you are renaming love
A word meant to be kept like it was born
It has witnessed centuries of transition
From a multi-country war bringing havoc
To a mother’s breastfeeding a hungry child
It has been infiltrated by several pests
Trying to nibble off its face with incisors
Making its recognition a failure before the world
But they failed in every stair towards nowhere
When you spell gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender
You are putting four nameplates before them
Not to make them famous or a spotlight
But to create a distinct face which is not love
Rather a war which is cold enough to escape
They are not meant to stay hungry for love
One kiss, two father, two mothers for a child
A person having the boon of being two person
When the world is witnessing division
Makes the world a divine, practical shrine
To show her the path of being a transgender
Romance inside a single body is a blessing
If you bring a nameplate today then worry
That maybe tomorrow you will be called hatred
And you will lose, like always, before love.
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