Musings.

A

For my retreat doesn’t matter.

At one point of time or the other

I “have to” come out.

B

I’m a painter, a poet and a singer

A dreamer, untidy and lazy

And oh, I also happen to be gay.

C

That girl in the neighborhood

Made me so jealous

My cricket bat,

Her dazzling doll.

D

And of course they would like me

Them girls and boys

For I was fair and slender,

But how was I too choose ?

And so I chose someone like me

E

For when we played doctor,

All diseases big and small,

Cured by nudging and tugging on our privates

Ah! Simplicity of that time and age.

 F

On 10^th December 1994

We slipped our hands into each others pocket

And felt life pulsating, warm.

On 10^th December 1996

He behaves like nothing happened.

That is my first love story.

G

Horrid year this is.

None of the boys felt me,

And certainly didn’t want me to.

For we have graduated to high school.

Things are going to be a little different now.