The Eunuchs Coming Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I saw the eunuchs coming,
The eunuchs
It the hanging small dholaks
To sound it in a harsh way
And to sing harsh songs
Neither men nor women beings
Gathering, chewing paan
In blouse and sari
With deformities
Visible or suspected
But looking like women,
Cross-dressers not,
But eunuchs,
Eunuchs coming to
Make the new born dance,
Lift and make it dance
From the lap of the mother
Abusing, abusing it all
Out of love, laughter, shame,
For smiles cast, sins committed
For love and lust,
Asking for a hefty sum
As for having made it dance,
Shriek to test the voice of the throat,
The wellness of the being,
The eunuchs,
The eunuchs came they
And the people,
People gathered it around
On seeing,
Seeing them coming,
Coming to
The house of the new born
And it shrieking
After being lifted
But consoled in a peculiar way,
Lifted and made to dance
With the song sung and drums beaten
In a harsh voice
And sat they till it as not settled,
Went on abusing till not given,
Sometimes threatening to curse,
Telling of their cursed lots, barren laps,
Unmarried states,
Beating the breasts,
Sometimes blessing as
Shiva as Ardhanarishwara,
Accepting the amount
And going away.