Tragedy Of Trans Gender

Tragedy Of Trans Gender prose poem

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Couple gets attracted to unite in Bliss
Couples Union culminates in anticipation of baby
Couple dreams of either a Boy or a Girl
Couple celebrate with gusto if the child is either
Couple will be crest fallen if the child is neither

The child born thus is set to face the turmoil of Life right from the cradle

Parents don’t consider it as their own
Parents treat the child as untouchable
Parents feel they have been cursed
Parents feel it a stigma to have given birth to a trans gender

Parents wait for the earliest opportunity to through out the child to face the vagaries of nature

Thus the child for no fault of it would crawl out to take up a life’s journey which could at best be described as path to Hell
The child hood is spent on foot path in company of street urchins and stray Dogs
The child hardly covers its body through the old torn cloths to cover up the onslaught of rain and cold
Child can hardly dream of schooling as it has nether money nor eligibility to en roll itself as a Boy or Girl

The adult hood is spent begging on the street and at the signal points with people throwing Alms at them without trying to have even a close look at them fearing for being castrated

None would offer them jobs as they feel trans genders are born as curse to the society

While people adopt Dogs ,feed them with timely food and shelter and shower all their Love and affection on it, they treat trans gender as if it is a strange ferocious animal

No peoples organisation come forward to treat them with dignity and offer them respectable place in society

Thus the Trans genders are left to fend themselves to face the turmoils of life
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Neither the Government nor the so called civilised people would come to there risk

While the modern day society accept marriage of Gays and lesbians as legal and valid, in spite of their sexual act being against nature, The plight of trans genders for a dignifies place in society is totally over looked only because they are unfortunate not to have been born with the bliss of sexual act

Nothing can be as cruel and in justified as the one meted out to the hapless section of the society the so called Trans gender..

It is a shame that we call our selves Human beings without having an Iota of Humanity

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I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
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