A Marvelous Poem That Mocks The Non-Arguments For 377

Image courtesy: All India Bakchod
Image courtesy: All India Bakchod



It must have been a gay mosquito.
You know that one with the showy hind,
Stripped and patterned?
It bit me and bit me bad.
For after that I have been gay.
Do you think it was the doll?
For there was something about its eyes.
Once or twice I slyly played with it.
I fear that stare has me hypnotized.
For after that I have been gay.
It could have been my tiffin box.
Bright and bubbly, like how you see all girls.
For I always seemed like that as well.
It must have poisoned my lunch everyday.
For after that I have been gay.
O, a probable half culprit.
That boy living next door.
That bumble bee, in a lovely tee
That one to enter my thoughts.
He must have ceased my development,
My evolution and my being.
I touched him well, once and twice
And after that I have been gay?
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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.
Mayank Bisht

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