A Voiceless Hijdas Curse
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Where there is a will there is a way
At Turner Road traffic signal
On a wet and soggy rainy day
Lady May saw a Hijda in a red saree
And no coins to pay
She shooed it by the way
She imagined the hijda
with his curse ,
her husband he would slay
a thought she wished to happen
her inner mind
did betray ..
to be cursed some more
she jumped the lights
knocking the hijda
for the fulfillment
of the curse
fled away
The Hijda in a red saree
does not curse
He is a voiceless
Voice box ruptured mute
When the traffic comes to a halt
At the red light
He sees the stinginess of your soul
And the pettiness of your purse
Pusillanimous line of verse
To the point of being terse
As you honk and tell him
Androgynous amorphous
Red sareed apparition
to disperse
Your over laden
well endowed womanhood
you lethal charm
dubious duplicity
he need not rehearse
to kill your husband
he made your task easier
the marital vow the dumb priest
to carry on for better and worse
with or without the Hijdas curse
a thought steamy eyed
in the sinewy arms of your
naked lover
you did harbor and nurse
you and your wild dreams
encapsulated
with you lover in a car
your husband in a hearse
with all you money
the hijdas pain his sorrow
his despair
you and your kind
cannot reimburse.
Or his karma dharma
And his hermaphrodite
soulless agony
Ever reverse
