Down with #section377
September 5, 2018, was not just another day. It was a day drenched with history, full of hope for a better future, a better India.
Lots of love for all, yes, for all!
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Presenting a short poem on the best thing that happened this year: the abolition of #section377
Desperate cold hands held together,
Writhe in fear
Eyes set on each other, stricken with worry
What end might be near?
It has been a dark dark sky for years
Gloomily oppressive with disdainful looks and imposed shackles — -
Would today be another thunderstorm in the making
To beat down the house we have lovingly built into ramshackles?
What it is to love, is a difficult question
But we
Have loved.
In hiding-
In closets-
In shame.
And no love is shameful.
No love is less-
No love, dismissable.
And there we see it, streaking through the layers of humiliation
Cutting through them all;
The clouds part after so long
Sunkissed and breezy: the nightingale’s song!
Amidst a million cheers
Unapologetically loud and oh-so-clear
Unabashed — -
Free —
Beautiful-
The rainbow twinkles.
Sealing their love with unflinching courage
They kiss under the rainbow.
Their very own pot of gold.
Found, at last.
What is it to love?
It is hope.
Victory.
Solace.
