Thursday, June 21, 2007

The Belly Dancing Hijra at Haji Malang

she turned
twisted her body
like a snake
in a woven basket
charming
her way
holding
the audience
in a sway
a flute
drums other hijras
clapping
dancing
holding
their skirts
like open mouths
confusing
genders in disarray
little kids a curiosity betray
eager
to see their
private parts
on this auspicious day
old hijdas shooing them away
ploughed deep wrinkles
sllithering strands of white hair
gnarled lives already in a state of decay
a few crumpled notes the people would pay
before this procession with the Sandal
into the Holy Shrine move away..
you have to see this picture
to feel the fragrance
of my pictorial poetic bouquet

the last three lines are for those at poem hunter who read my words dont see my pictures...this was to poem hunter readers.
poem no 856

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