Accepting the 'Not Very Different' ones.

Through this poem I have tried to convey the message how parochial our society is and how necessary it is in today's date to accept these souls. #LGBTQ

Hands swung while walking
Totally dench they looked
But that beauty was confounded instead of appreciating
For the hands were 'his' ; into the sea he dooked.


Dressed in a saree
Ravishing and quaint was the turnout
But not praised by a narry
For 'her' soul was trapped in masculine body; the society had her rout.


Dainty was she and an amazon her partner be
'She' felt protected and loved in 'her' arm
But the love of their lives in each others' eyes which the ladies could see
Was compelled to end as the parochial society caused the harm.


The parity of gender which the world speaks of
Is forgotten abruptly when it is about these souls
All we can see is derogatory conduct and scoff
How tragic their life becomes 'cause of trolls.


There needs to be an end to this--
This disrespectful act towards them
This loathsome behaviour that we practice
Results in suicides for these souls are condemned.

Reviews

[Abhishek Izy]

Nice social commentary on the society. Keep it up