Offended Of Sorts.

This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.

This rapist and that molester
This corrupt politician, that suppressive leader.
Them, these men and women of the unethical-
They are after me.
A fragile flower admirer.
A jovial children lover
A worshipper of women
A helping hand for the incapable
A helper of sorts
I, a gay man,
A confused man.
A half man, a “more than a man”- man.
I a criminal?
I a sinner?
What I see today is a beautiful reflection.
A beautiful creation, in its flaws.
Not sexual but physical.
It’s me, now a criminal.
In a lands of hypocrisy and the unaware
In a land torn between irony and injustice.
In a land that is now ceasing to be.
In a land that seems no longer my own.

About the author

Mayank Bisht

Clouds, stars, lousy humans and romantic bugs, mushrooms and starfish are what I write about. These verses are fantastical dreams and twisted realities. A rich broth of many secrets, some as is and some tempered with. Be cautious before tasting.