I am a man from Kathmandu,
A city of ancient temples and bustling streets, Where the air is thick with the scent of spices, And the sound of prayer bells fills the air.
But beneath the surface of this vibrant place, Lies a secret that I keep hidden deep within, For I am a closeted man, afraid to be seen, In a world that does not accept who I am.
My heart beats fast as I walk the streets, Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, Hiding my true self from those around me, Living in fear of what might be revealed.
I yearn to shout from the rooftops, To be free of this burden that I carry, To be proud of who I am, without shame, But instead I live in the shadows, alone.
I long for the embrace of another, To feel the warmth of their touch, But in a society that condemns love, I am left to suffer in silence.
My family expects me to marry, To carry on the tradition of generations before me, But how can I love a woman, When my heart belongs to another man?
I am torn between tradition and desire, Between the life I am expected to lead, And the one that I long for deep in my soul, But the fear of rejection keeps me hidden away.
So I go through life with a heavy heart, Wishing for a world where love knows no boundaries, Where I can be myself, without fear, And live a life that is true and free.
But until that day, I will continue to hide, Living in the shadows, always looking over my shoulder, Afraid of what might happen if my secret is revealed, And praying for a world where love is love, no matter who we are.
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