The Third Gender

The night turns quiet
Torn into shreds
By honking of passing cars
Gurgling of the engines
And loud dance of the
Third gender at the traffic

Intersection

They move from car to car
Collect money, dishing out

Blessings

“Let you stay alive…,
Healthy and kicking…,”
They say beneath their

Breath

Red becomes green…
With envy I look
At their carefree
Way of life…

Cars roll on…
I will reach my
Destination
In
Time!