I & They & Us

I wasn’t girding my loins.

Anyway their libido outbursts , oxytocin brims over. Embryo consisted of X and Y:

But why, Dad gave an Y.

Now it’s my turn to chide him for something

Apropos of nothing.

“You’re an awaited one!”, they say, that’s a lie.

If it wasn’t me it would’ve been someone else

Or no one else .

So I’m a no one better than no one.

At least in my absent presence I don’t have to manspread And try being the pick of the litter.

They’ve given me life.

No, they’ve given me the identity.

So the other developed hypocrite cells

Unleash their cackling cacophony at me.

Whom do I embrace?

Spirituality, mortality, polity!

They say I made it out of millions.

But my fellow mates had a better foresight

And jostled me into this void.

Anyway I’m a pushover,

A monomaniac,

A motley proliferates from diploid.

But still, like colon some colossal souls extracts The muck out of me.

Through these geodes it occurred to me That you can never brace yourself.

Entity, it hits you, it’s emphatic and vehement, It shatters you!

Still If you hear “You’re my muse, you’re a oner”, You heal you!

By Harsha Vardhan