My voice changed
Hair shaped in places
hidden and safe
Queerness beats
Tales of wilderness
A sense of alienation
keeps me away from people
Clothes now of my choice
People I talk are selected
Oh! Then I smelt a need
Some how it had no language
My need was silent in night
Girls that I detested
Became my sharp rival
Why I waned to outwit them?
Why I wanted to prove my might?
Why on earth I desired a close friend?
Who would share and be mine.
Open highway
No stops no blocks
That unique fella me!
Fell for a short fling
We rode with speed
over open highway
in search of a den
to play a game
A strange sport unknown
A hunter's chase
Few hormones spread far
We both were playing
A wild game of fire
Later I could see a bond
creeping through the wall
First it was named friendship
Then it took another twist
Was it the first feel of love?
Was she suffering like my soul?
Before I could feel and write
about the surging waves in heart
A blushing she smiling and narrating
a story of a game came running
out of a man's arms fluttering
My poor soul kept guessing
And missed no act in between
A wide raven exist
Game of pleasure sure
can not turn to become love
Mistaken hearts do rely
All heads have distinct
factors to measure love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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