.
His pain will heal with time.
But today, he cries unconsolably.
This young man of modern Sodom,
an honourable citizen of the ancient city-state;
known today more for their loathed love than for their, other,
what may have been, more loathsome disqualities.
His pain is for his lost, lover of several years.
The only lover he has known, all his adult years.
The other young man has just tried
renouncing his citizenship of Sodom.
He has hidden behind the label that allows
men to swing both ways.
And has given in to his mammoth
extended family’s pressures, to get married.
To an unsuspecting young woman.
Poor fellow.
Can a peacock change his colors?
He can shed the rainbow plumage
for a while. But only, for a while.
He will be back, seeking love, the fear of which
is the last remaining acceptable prejudice
in this sensitive, civilized World.
But only, this time he will
seek love not in the arms of a durable beloved;
but in the slam-bam of fifty-nine second episodes
in the loos and deserted public gardens.
He will have a servile wife to go back to.
And possibly a child or two, which may or may not
be his own.
He will forever be scared
of young, or older men professing their love for him.
He will swear, that this is only fun.
He will insist that fighting for one’s right to love
is meaningless, the ultimate exercise in futility.
Even irreligious, blasphemous and corrupt.
Perhaps, immoral and cowardly too!
And the first young man, paining and pining today
will spend a year or two, or more,
getting over this colossal
betrayal, will find love again, and this time
for keeps.
He will be a success, and not just materially;
He will also conquer the World, in myriad new ways.
Young man, grieve, but despair not, for future,
as much as the present, belongs to those who can dream,
commit,
and deliver on those.
Among the two young men of Sodom,
there is a winner, and there is a loser.
And make no mistake: with your searing pain
you are the winning man.
Young man, grieve,
but keep playing, you will win.
Yes.
You will win.
- Owais
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This is first being published on this page.
His pain will heal with time.
But today, he cries unconsolably.
This young man of modern Sodom,
an honourable citizen of the ancient city-state;
known today more for their loathed love than for their, other,
what may have been, more loathsome disqualities.
His pain is for his lost, lover of several years.
The only lover he has known, all his adult years.
The other young man has just tried
renouncing his citizenship of Sodom.
He has hidden behind the label that allows
men to swing both ways.
And has given in to his mammoth
extended family’s pressures, to get married.
To an unsuspecting young woman.
Poor fellow.
Can a peacock change his colors?
He can shed the rainbow plumage
for a while. But only, for a while.
He will be back, seeking love, the fear of which
is the last remaining acceptable prejudice
in this sensitive, civilized World.
But only, this time he will
seek love not in the arms of a durable beloved;
but in the slam-bam of fifty-nine second episodes
in the loos and deserted public gardens.
He will have a servile wife to go back to.
And possibly a child or two, which may or may not
be his own.
He will forever be scared
of young, or older men professing their love for him.
He will swear, that this is only fun.
He will insist that fighting for one’s right to love
is meaningless, the ultimate exercise in futility.
Even irreligious, blasphemous and corrupt.
Perhaps, immoral and cowardly too!
And the first young man, paining and pining today
will spend a year or two, or more,
getting over this colossal
betrayal, will find love again, and this time
for keeps.
He will be a success, and not just materially;
He will also conquer the World, in myriad new ways.
Young man, grieve, but despair not, for future,
as much as the present, belongs to those who can dream,
commit,
and deliver on those.
Among the two young men of Sodom,
there is a winner, and there is a loser.
And make no mistake: with your searing pain
you are the winning man.
Young man, grieve,
but keep playing, you will win.
Yes.
You will win.
- Owais
--
This is first being published on this page.
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