You live alone
part of a commune
away from the crowd
a separate world
untouchable, unapproachable.
Yours is a form
neither of radha’s
nor of krishna’s
yours is a tongue
unheard of – abusive to the ears
each sentence punctuated
with disgust, hatred, frustration.
You are those chosen people
the world refuses to see, hear
speak or feel for you
still, you breathe in this miserable rejection
this perfect shame
for, you are neither here or there.
Oh, cursed entity
between two finite points
how, how does it feel to be
neither man nor woman?
