she watches
me silently
wide eyed
year after year
when i come this
side . at moti katla
to shoot the hijras
time and tide i shoot
her sheer simplicity
her humility as against
the cosmetically made
up hijra pride ,,a great
divide .beneath the
vegetables that soon
will die lies a thought
even time cant hide
mortal beauty is
no ones guide .
it is the inner essence
that i shot in my stride
