The Eunuchs Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When I was a child, I used to see the eunuchs coming
Dressed in an awkward way
To make the baby dance,
Beating the small tin drum,
Singing and dancing they used to come
Searching, asking the house to make it dance,
Looking like women but are not,
Sometimes appearing to be men, this too not,
Neither men nor women, but with deformities,
Applying lipstick on lips, giggling and whistling
They used to come to rock and swing the baby
Holding in the lap, the paan-chewing eunuchs,
Asking for a lump sum of money,
Ready to abuse and curse if not compromised with
The eunuchs demanding, singing in a harsh voice
And going with the blessing invoked from Siva
Who is but Ardhanarishwara, the God of all.