To all the missing girls.

Faceless.
Voiceless.
Heartless.
Ruthless.

Black figures of voiceless , faceless  girls.
Sucked up by the  heartless, ruthless whirl.

Moments: 3

The car halts.
My eyes are closed.

A rap and a tap.
I open my eyes.

Kholed  Eyes,
Lipsticked lips smile.
Dazzling earrings,
Sequenced sari.
Neatly parted oiled ,plaited hair.

I look at the rough, dirty,asking hands.
What a pity!
A transgender
Begging for money.

I close my eyes.
The rap becomes a clap.
The tap becomes a smack.
The car moves on.
 I hear a mocking song.

Moments: 2

On the bus to work
I saw two transgenders.
Looking at me ,
They whispered something something
and smiled.
I got up to alight.
Walking past them I asked
"What did you say to smile'?"
Shyly one of them replied
"Nothing,just that you are beautiful,
We think."


Astounded. I looked them in the eye and said,
"Thank you. You are beautiful too."

The bus halted. I went off to work

Moments :1

 I look out of the window.
What a bright and lovely day!
Red palash blooms ,standing tall
On their trees, dot the skies
Here and there.
It's a wonderful day!
With winter gone,spring is in the air,
Marred only by the beggar boy's
Dirty faced,rheumed eyed
Blank stare.