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.


-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.