Wednesday, March 16, 2011

My Hand Wrote The Poetry of Hijra Pain

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my hand
is nothing
but a illusion
a deceptive tool
its my soul
connecting
her soul
breaking
all rules
educating
my childish brain
of all its frivolity
the streets of pain
my only school
my angst
overpowering
my raw emotions
super cool
the flesh was willing
the spirit was weak
as the poet drooled
cosmic consciousness
seeking freedom
from the spool
as i was caught
in the vortex
of her loves
drowning pool

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