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Poetry
Rudra’s Awakening
KORRA NITHIN
In shadows deep, where silence cries,
A boy named Rudra, hid his skies.
A brother's sin, a relative's shame,
Left scars of fire, without a name.
His heart a storm, his mind a maze,
Lost in lust’s bewildered gaze.
Masturbation, his secret friend,
Dreams of men, with no one to mend.
In family’s arms, he played the part,
A loving son, with a broken heart.
Behind closed doors, he'd weep and yearn,
For a love his soul could not discern.
The world he knew, a rigid place,
Where gender roles left little space.
For Rudra’s truth, they had no sight,
So he hid it all, out of fright.
A dream of power, a badge of grace,
An IAS Officer, he’d chase.
But struggles held his feet in place,
And every fall slowed down his race.
Yet deep within, a spark of light,
A voice that whispered through the night.
“All is fleeting in this land,
True freedom lies in who you stand.”
He listened close, began to see,
That lust and shame could set him free.
A new path formed, where truth was clear,
He faced his fears, he shed the fear.
Consistency faltered, but hope arose,
Through every fall, he still chose,
To rise again, to break the chains,
Of past’s dark grips and inner pains.
Family's love, a gentle grace,
Gave Rudra strength to show his face.
He spoke his truth, his heart laid bare,
And found that love was always there.
No longer bound by shame or pride,
He walked with peace, with joy inside.
For in his soul, he now could see,
That love begins with being free.
The world may hold its judgments high,
But Rudra soared beyond the sky.
For in his heart, he knew the way,
To live with pride, come what may.
Equality, freedom, now his song,
In his truth, he stands strong.
No longer chasing hollow dreams,
But building a world where love redeems.
Rudra’s tale, a beacon bright,
Of finding self in darkest night.
A life reborn, a heart that sings,
Of power, love, and higher things.