Journal in Verses

My Man’s Cycle

March 1, 2018

In May I began my man’s cycle
Fell into a world
Where everything was you
and everything was in you

My clarity of purpose was sharp
My respect for your power was firm
My patience for your love was eternal

Now, seeing you arrogant
Seeing you rude
And emanate spite

And go the way of
the awkward new Indian tech worker
in an American city of Americans,
excessively polite to Americans
excessively dismissive of Indians

I lie at the end of my cycle
with a bit more self-knowledge
My eyes drawn towards horizon
My vision, into a bit more solitude.

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