Saturday, November 26, 2011

Eunuchs



(Image from shaktisadhana.50megs.com)

By the swish of big skirts,
lips too bright, too red,
They care not, or
so it would seem.

Menacing claps,
inducing fright
begging hands, 
like it was their right,

By the voices loud,
louder manners still
Shameless advances
and cheap thrills,

A man or a woman or a monster 
Not one name, or too many 
They care not, or
so it would seem.

Until on a bus,
a manface on a woman's seat,
Unsure in a world of his and hers
Sitting, apologetic, seared by 'normal' glances.

Underneath their brazen crust,
Their pleading eyes, sometimes, flicker,
Perhaps we see them not,
Perhaps they care.


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Disclaimer: The image of Ardhanarishwara used along with this post is simply symbolic, and is meant as a reminder that the divine is in everyone.

3 comments:

abhiqrtz said...

Short, and bittersweet.

Like it!

Krishnapriya said...

Lovely verse.. Hats off! to the thought you have put on what they might feel not many would think in that way..!

Nikhil said...

Nice. Simple, and yet the words care for their plight.