Naga
by Richa Shivangi Gupta
by Richa Shivangi Gupta
You slither
On freshly slaughtered
Souls
Smearing the crimson
Of life
On your numbing scales
You slither
As your coarse
Skin rasps against their
Tangerine, healing
Scars
You slip
And hasten your
Pace when canopies
Of forbearance let the
Yellowed sun enter
Your darkness
You twine
Through the depths
Of faultless green leaves
Who got caught in the
Wild wild wind
And were orphaned
For good
You fancy
Of flying above
The cobalt blue you
Touch in the lake you
Queered
You coil
Into burrows
Of repression when
Children dressed in shades
Of violet, knock at your
Unwelcoming door looking
For the love you
Looted from their cradle
(As part of 16 days of activism, we invited entries on Life of Sexual Minorities. We will be showcasing more in the days to come. Watch this space)
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