We’ve all heard of the heroes whose stories gave birth to epics like
The Epic of Gilgamesh, Beowulf, Odyssey
So today, I come with story of a brave queer soul
That lived in the year 2024,

Where capitalism was the great enemy and
Life was the victim to be rescued
The reward was not glory
But acceptance and happiness

But let me tell you,
She did not defeat the demon
But found her happiness regardless
So this is a story

Of our brave hero who stole moments of victory for herself
While she lived
She was born on the ordinary moon
When everything would only change for her world

When her parents garlanded and showered her with their pride
They showered her with blessings and expectations
Expectations she would probably never live to fulfill
Because who knew she would spend two hours out of the 24, travelling

She wakes up at 5 am,
To prepare for a battle,
She trains and brushes her teeth
Packs herself a breakfast that

She will forget to eat
She defends herself against the army
Of Mumbai locals
Where she’s pushed and shoved till she

Reaches her destiny
And behold she arrives
At the cave of labour
Where she is destined to battle

The goblins of small talk
and the monster of deadlines
She ventures in
With a sword of smile on her face

She nods past the goblins
Emerging in a victory as she seats herself
As lunch time arrives
She has been battling hunger

And has seen the horrors of being discredited
By the evil warlord named Aryan
The three sisters of fate
If they exist like the greek legends said

They surely don’t seem too concerned with helping her,
As she realized, she will have to work overtime
But she emerges victorious
When the moon is high and the city still buzzes

Our hero meets her cohort
And she is at last finally happy
Because as the wise saint of Therapy told her
We live and breathe battles
That are to be fought internally and eternally…