Sunday, August 2, 2009

The Hijra Awakening

a funereal song
they sing
clapping their hands
baring their pain
from morning to evening
a few coins
the janta flings
going round and round
and round the ring
oh karma
where is thy sting?
born a man
with a woman's soul
a broken wing
everybody talks of hijra
fuck no one does a thing
the hijra awakening
soulless thunder
thunderous showers
no lightning
the hijra life
is jinxed

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