Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Birth Of A Hijra

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he may have been
a beautiful boy
is all i can say
games
the other boys
were famous for
he did not play
perhaps
he liked
his sisters doll
as it came his way
or his sisters dresses
that he envied
secretly tried
them each day
the birth of the hijra
a game replayed
leaving his home
changing his destiny
the hijra became a
nubile goddess
on her dainty feet
dancing away
on the edge
of a razor blade
doing ballet
body made
of honey
feet made
of clay
new lovers
new hopes
dawned
where she
stayed
under the bough
of moonlight night
love that
they made
every night
she cries
to god
she prays
when old age
will come
destroying
her beauty
like a deathly
sting ray

one of the reasons
why the hijras
do not celebrate
their birthday

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