Dry Mind

I am an Indian. I have no experience of interaction with a gay person, no gay friends. I remember feeling crushed when i discovered that Ricky Martin was gay.
In India homosexuality is still a crime.
Yet in my heart a rebel refuses to judge people by mere
physical or sexual orientation.
Hell no, I'm Indian...we have accepted and integrated with waves of invaders. Our culture is ancient enough for me to assert, ( despite personal ignorance), " surely been there done that!", nothing new under the sun,  nothing evil either.
This poem is a spur of this very moment raw post, I hope you my friends judge it with mercy.

Dry mind
Bleeding paper cuts
Crusty with dessicated hurts
Leave me to learn my
Own lessons
Let life be the teacher
Divinity the preacher
Not you.

In my rainbow camouflage
A city of beautiful clouds
Have cleared,
Your inclement doubts just aren't
Part of my weather.

I seek no pots of gold
But this time,
This spirited merciful clime
Has promised to me
The same clemency
God once showed to thee.

When he sent a rainbow bridge
Across the skies of sinning
Humanity, seeing
Repentance sincere,
He withheld the floods of fear,
Will you not at least,
Withhold your judgment
And let me be
My fellow humans dear?

© Amrita Valan 2015

Footnote: All this delving into the depths of scriptures and sacred texts, morality isn't rocket science, and even rocket science is fairly comprehensible.
Don't dig into books, dig into your hearts, with mercy and love, and use that innate sense of justice. We all have it.
Not just priests and theologians.