The rainbow wept in the closed armoir,
For it's pride was captured by societal bar,
No pride brought no colours out,
No matter what rainbow screamed or shout.
The pride was trapped in a piece of parchment,
The code of which was freedom entrapment,
An ancient law, firm and dying,
That kept little pride from flying.
Forcing sweet rainbow to unchoose what's natural,
To fit in the boundary marked social,
To set pride free, decided rainbow,
In moving winds, let the parchment blow.
A number marked the miles to strive,
377 stings from a behive,
But a new age aura burned the code,
And set alight a bright new road.
Now the rainbow dances under the flying pride
Loving, Giving, Bonding, Trusting, nothing to hide,
Broken doors of the crumbling closet weaving,
A world open to accepting and perceiving.
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A/N: Hello friends, celebrate karlo! (translation : let's celebrate). So yesterday, Indian Penal Code was reinstated with new norms. It has decriminalized LGBT+ community. This was a really big success, since our cultural diversity is a little not-so-adoptive of this. But the people will come around!
So this poem was to all you guys out there!
Lovelove!
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