Mrs. Shanti Bhutani,
she told-
I hugged him, and said,
Nothing has changed.
Don’t worry.
Oh, how I wished
that you had said
the same…
But no, you did not.
We exchanged
reams and reams
in registered air-mail.
You went
and cried
on the shoulders of those
who did not care a damn
about you.
Or me.
You told them
what I had given you in faith
that you would not
lend it to others
to play with.
Mother,
you betrayed me,
yet again,
and then, you fought with me.
You declared me sick,
and awarded me
an assorted heap
of other such painful and unsavoury titles.
You asked me
to go see a doctor.
To unlearn being myself!
Oh,
how I wish
that you had done what Shanti did
when her son told her
that he was gay.
- owais
This is first being published here.
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