The Eunuch God and the Hijda
Originally uploaded by firoze shakir photographerno1
There is a new hijda holding the
Traffic at Turner Road Signal ahead
Dressed gloriously in a saree crimson red
A jewel in the crown of eunuch dom
Running behind speeding cars
Earning her daily bread
Her life an exclamation mark
A comma, a question mark
All bound to an androgynous
Silken thread
A transgender warring
Misinterpreted sexuality
A mannequin with a human head
The lowest in the hijda hierarchy
A stomach that’s under fed
The sorrows the agony
Hidden brow beaten
In an empty cavity
Between her two legs spread
A menstrual moroseness
That as tears has bled
As acid rain
From an untalkative
Eunuch god
Over head
