Why Mourn his Death

Why thou mourn his death?

Fierce apollo of the bow

Born through him a flower, white and violet

Fault it isn't thy, Fate to blame

Why thou you sit here?

Fierce apollo of the lyre?

Hyacinthus yours, now hyacinth 

Wail no more, godborn

Why thou you cry here?

Fierce apollo of the sun?

Lover yours, like many more

Gone now, silenced to be loud

Why thou you silent?

Fierce apollo of the plague?

No, no one knows of your lost love

No god suspects of the love you bore...

Why thou you hide?

Fierce apollo of the poets?

Loud your love, perhaps the story of all

All men who dared to love men…

-Manya Wadhwa