Oh Lord above, with all your might,
Grant me rebirth, a different plight.
This body binds, a heavy cloak,
It stifles me, a bitter joke.
A yearning deep within me resides,
To walk the world with manly strides.
This female form, a crushing weight,
I long to break this twisted fate.
Each mirrored glance, a stranger stares,
A soul misplaced, with endless cares.
Imprisoned here, though spirit’s strong,
A burning wish to right this wrong.
Society’s chains, they hold me tight,
But freedom’s flame burns ever bright.
In next life’s dawn, my hope takes flight,
To live as a man, with all my might.
Oh Lord above, with mercy true,
Make me a boy, my dreams imbue.
This life’s harsh grip, I cannot bear,
A man’s true form, my only prayer.
They say poetry is a soul’s language. That is why there are perceptions on it. Loved reading it. ❤️