This is not just about me.
we have a duty to set things straight.
For the many more who will follow my footsteps.
I am not the first one to burn with desire.
But somewhere I broke ranks with all of your humankind.
I told you that I want you.
You assaulted me for that.
Perhaps you didn’t think it through because with that arrow,
the one that you disfigured my face with, you spawned many like
you.
In your image.
Maryada Purushottam.
One nose chopped, a million grew.
You became a myth at best or a legend at worst.
And, we too are here to stay, slowly strengthening our guts,
To speak what’s on our mind.
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