Friday, 9 May 2014

Padma



Rejection and humiliation
Debilitating discrimination
All because you are born
With a wrong set of genitals
Is like being buried
In a sea of muck
Smelly pit of peat
With your hands tied
Behind your back

To lie all your life in
Suffocating darkness
Or to rise above it,
Is a choice, always
  
From crushed seed to
Burst of color
Drenched in beauty ethereal
You just traverse self

 It’s not the place you start
But where you reach
And what you become

Padma in the hands of Vishnu

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