Again, I saw those homo-sapiens,
Bizarre weren’t they,
But unique were these beings
May address them his or her, I asked
Replied they with a laugh,
call us whatever, because at last,
we are unlikeable god’s craft
A derisive laugh, I couldn’t restrain,
not on them today,
but on my mentality
that I realized isn’t that sane.
Then described she, herself as a woman
trapped inside the body of a man.
That makes her stand in the mid-way,
with her family away.
With a tear in the eye, smile on the face,
She told how disrespectful for them is this place
from her sprawling bungalow, she, at seven, was thrown away
Now for her food, she begs to pay
Then came home I, with a feeling of awe for them
An INDIAN named Gauri Sawant I came through,
then curious became I, to read she is actually who
Read then I that…. by her father, at eighteen
she was told that what a shame she always has been
to throw her away, he was then very keen
now a kind of activist and mother she is
that this world never has seen
On nobody’s back, now she leans
with confidence, she faces all screens
Respect is what, every human deserves
Don’t worry, your God is there to observe.