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The age old glass

Half full or half empty?

What do I care?

Look at the beautiful glass,

Look at the light streaking through;

Are you sure it is water?

Or some rare nectar?

Just for you?

Could it be poison?

Offered by some Maharana

so crooked? I swear

 

No no, not the one that

Meera gulped down,

for her eternal lover;

Now, wait a second

Why has there been

not a single male,

who dared to take some deity

as his lover?

Afraid of the society, you know?

How can a Devi be the lover

of a man in flesh and blood?

My Gosh isn’t this blasphemy!!

 

Perhaps some day,

A man will actually stake

a claim for his divine lover,

And gleefully drink the poison

that people will proffer.

 

I will drink to that,

Even half full

 

Rajen Naik