All were enthusiastically waiting,
To listen to the first cry of the child.
Abruptly a cry was heard and,
All ran to see who was born!
It was not "he",neither was "she",
It was that epicene who was born.
Their smile turned into scowl,
The exhilaration turned into dejection.
Ze was not welcomed in hir own house,
Droven out of the house when ze was 3,
Roaming around the street and Resting under a tree,
Begging here and there, started living on the money of thee.
Singing in the trains and dancing around the street,
Working whole day long to stand on hir own feet.
Ze was left with nothing even no place was there where ze can hardly sleep.
Ze used to get happy when ze saw someone smiling,
But that love ze craved for was still missing.
No Homosepien loved hir, was ze so bad?
Deprived from hir rights and neglected all around,
Due to the deficiency, to bite the dust ze was bound.
And death was the only consequence.
Deboprita