Your eyes are same as theirs.
Then why do you look at them differently ?
Your tongue works the same way.
Then why do you speak of them differently?
Your anatomy is a replica of them.
Then why the shame.
When we love our freedom ,
Why can't we give others the same?
You are who you are.
They are who they are.
Love is love
People are people
All the same , yet ,
Different in their own way.
Love doesn't bind.
Then why do you ?
Love doesn't discriminate
Then why do you ?
And ,
Aren't rainbows more beautiful than a plain single colour ?
Oh yes , they definitely are.
- M
9:58 pm
12 June '20
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In the spirit of pride month and specially in the memory of Pulse Night Of Remembrance ( I know it was on 12th of June and I know I'm late , but still )
( I hope you are not the ' you ' in this poem.)
