Dark Clouds

 Don't know my identity,

Male or female or something else,

Not sure about it truly,

"But surely not a curse." 

People laugh and clap,

On my identity, buried;

Given an opportunity, 

All want to play erotically.

Nothing new or wrong with this,

God has played with me,

Nature has played with me,

Even my mother has cheated on me. 

My existence is for others:

Nation, society or humans,

Born to work for others only,

Denied manliness or maternity. 

Abandoned by my own parents,

Immediately after my birth,

Fearing castigated by society,

Starved of breeding and sexual blessings.

Moved to quench all the fits of hunger,

People scorned and chuckled;  

Twisting and shrinking their faces,

Though, not lacking in merit. 

How could I satiate my needs,

Nobody can think of them, 

Have a heart and mind both,

Given a chance to show my worth.

I am neither male nor female.

 

Man: A Universal Fool

 Can answer to none,

Stands naked facing himself,

Stands by no one else,

Tale narrates man as a fool.

 

Always moving on the path

Of self-destruction and rot,

With hard fingers and a harsh heart,

A dark flash of hate and gluttony.

 

Toppling every indication  of humanity,

Dreaming of inaccessible goals,

He axes down his own feet,

Wishing his own salvation.

 

Inanely tearing down everything,

And breathing in a barren wasteland,

And the polluted and infected world,

Where once gods and angels walked. 

 

Huge edifices of unholy wealth,

Swayed over bankrupt hope,

Breathes trampled under the power of

A stubborn compulsive ringmaster. 

 

Demolishes all that is gorgeous and true,

To claims fool's fraction,

He has sneaked into a fool's universe,

He cosies among us all.