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| Roshan K. Morve |
Different Feeling
The black day was of my birth day
On the occasion of my 13th birth day!
I wake up on the bed,
Something wrong was on that day
then understand that I born as he
But I am afraid!
I am not he, I am neither she nor shim
My mind is not allowing me to dream
A dream about my being
I go to washroom
Realize that there is something has changed …
Either I born with wrong body or with wrong feeling
My mother scolds me that not to do domestic work
go out and have fun but I cant run
now how can I turn
Where is my world!! The world where there is no he nor she
Let me allow to go in this world!!!
Where I feel my people and my own world
No one will be there where they cant align me
But I find that there is no world for me on this earth
When do you understand the difference,
The difference between him and her
The psychology and the sexuality of person is different,
Now the situation is dubious
It is too late… too late for the acceptance …
Too late for parents ….
I have born with different body
and having different feelings
My appearance is disappear from the earth
Oh my dear!!! I come from the heaven
why I am finding the identity on the earth
I choose this day to die,
I do not want to cry,
If some calls me he or she, I feel shy,
Now, I do not want to call neither she nor he
The language is so biased then world too
The people are not mine,
The world is another for me
There is no space … let me allow to leave this place
There is he, and there is a word she
but people confused about what to call
I feel it would better they won’t call
I could not sleep from ages, now let me take a long sleep
Wait
Oh my Dear Scientist! My chemical lover!I was awaited…awaited for four hundred years …
Waiting for his call, and as usually, I was eager to listen his melodious voice
His voice makes me so intimate but this is for only two hours…
For these two hours, I was so excited to see you on the screen
But I was wrong because he was busy
I was living in a different dream and I entered into the dream of love
I thought he would call me and we will have a real love in our real life
I was waiting for his knock … a real call to meet him and hug him
Let me accept, but my life is only on skype and whatspp
Daily chat and video calls make me so irritating now
Let me dream about to meet you how?
Oh My Lover! Listen my ring… my pure heart is calling you …
I love to see you in my arms not on skype screen
I have been waiting to for long …
Many times, I get angry and get frustrated
So blocking and deleting I started…
I know, I can delete though on my mobile, but what about my mind
I dreamed about him, he will meet me for giving a tight hug
I was sure, one day will come and he will realise my love is a drug
But he does not understand how much I love him
Even he does not want to know how much I love him
I was waiting for him, waiting for long
But time does not come and I was lost
The platonic love will take my breath and one day I will die and I will lost
I can’t live in this technological world, please come and give me a hug
Shim
I have changed my existencePeople say, this is because I am mentally disorder person
I am sure that this is neither a disease nor a problem
Only a natural feeling not an artificial one
The words are reverberated
The power is in you, the same power is in me too
Though, I feel impuissant and you feel proud
Still there are binaries,
In between you and me
You deny the other, I deny myself
Hark me!! Otherwise, the quarrel starts in between you and me, me and me
The reason of my existence has been denied from many year and year
About me, do not have a care and fear
How many years, I have been digesting me lachrymal
When will you understand, Oh my Dear!
Where is my home? From my childhood
I have left my home and still do not know, where to stay
In this over population,
I cannot beget but I can adopt
Erne likes to fly, but feathers cut ere start to fly
Though, I will try to resurgent
The sky ether, still my life is tenebrous
The lucent has gone for forever
At the end, the body has missed … how will retrieve my origin…
There are only two retrenchments – male and female ….
Dear Setu Poetry Editor
ReplyDeleteMany many thanks for publishing my poems. I hope everyone read and like my poems. Especial thanks go to main editor, Anurag Sharma, and Padmaja Iyenga.
Setu has encouraged me more to write my poems and publish for the readers for their pleasure. It's my honour to publish my poems in Setu.
However, I do encourage other poets and poetess to write and publish their poetry.
Sincerely
Dr Roshan
Many thanks to publish my poems. Thanks to the Editor-in-Chief and all members of this journal who took efforts to publish my poems.
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