Confusion of gender.
The kid was cursed forever.
Neither he or she.
Santosh’s birthday parties? Never.
Schooled until 5th standard.
Santosh caged at home .away
From pupil and friends.
The child with its reflection, did play.
Every passing minute
Of every passing day.
Felt like an eternity.
In a suicidal dungeon , lay!
Santosh was counting down.
Misery transformed into loneliness.
All pilot and astronaut dreams were
Like castles in the air, without happiness.
Virtual reality saved embarrassment.
Working as a ghost writer.
But with decades of harassment.
A rope and a fan, a defeated fighter.
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