Sunday, February 21, 2010

The Hijra Cleavage

a poem of
prosthetic
pain that
time braves
the spirit is willing
the flesh craves
for a rainy day
a treasure chest
she saves
dying standing
in her grave
punished by
an original sin
her tormentors
she forgave
tears on the soul
of her freedom
manacled
to article 377
this hijra slave
teasingly
tantalizes
my home page
hope washed away
by truant waves
god save the hijra
from old age

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