Play The Game In This Awesome Poem : “Counting Queers”

How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.

They are everywhere
Concealed and conspiring
Sometimes more opaque than the others
Animate and inanimate sometimes
But they are very much there.These multi story buildings
I see them yonder
How many you say
Must there be my kind?
Some must be east facing, some west
Some under some and some on top.These men around me
Headed to their homes
Some married and some to be
And some playing alive, dead.
How many of them must be
thinking what I’m thinking right now ?

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.