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SHEMALE RULER | VIJAY NAIR


When I was 

In the womb of my mom,

My granny scanned 

With her pale hand

On the big belly of my mom

She, at once, looked like 

A primitive saint,

Had gone to a deep meditation


After a while she opened 

Her *Nostradamus eyes,

To predict faintly that

It would neither be a male

Nor a female offspring

But a shemale!


I was so angry 

To protest 

On my own way

To piss off at her

But how?

Instead of an arousing penis, 

Between my testicles

There arose a small pond!


I was so agitated 

To disapprove her premature delusion

But why?

Instead of an armorial penetration 

Into her testament,

There arose a smack of ponder!


But still a cloud of vengeance

Surrounded my slender brain

To sledge on her

I grinned with my unborn teeth

And took an undying wrath 

With an oath

I wouldn’t let her *ESP a reality that

I wouldn’t be born as a shemale !


While diagnosed my mom was, 

Our village lady doctor 

Disagreed with my granny 

And stubbornly declared that

It would surely 

Be born a male baby


I was so happy to cheer up myself

In the womb that

I would be being 

Born as a male baby!


Being born as an infant

Screamed; with an excitement

My mom; that 

I was a cute male baby!


When my tender childhood 

All my neighbours 

Always praising me that

I was a handsome boy!


When my young age 

I was so vibrant to show 

That I was so masculine

To gain with great pain


When I thought 

About my own nest

I was so aggressive 

To attract my opposite sex


When I laid on bed 

With my female,

For inspiring the next soul,

She overwhelmed 

With an aura of orgasm

Which, recognized

What a wonderful

Male partner I was!


Then, when I have been 

Enslaved as a shemale?

Only when,

I bent down 

On the foot of my madam

And madam ordered me

To rule the nation 

Without a crown of throne,

Which she has kept 

On her own

But a thorn on my head

Which I have been 

Bearing so long

With heavy pain


Now my subjects shouting at me 

With an utter hate that

I am a civilized beast!

And I myself realized that

I was a perfect shemale ruler!

Womb not, born a myth in

Neither Tiresis; I am a blind 

In Greek mythology; amoral my moral


What an Insight my granny had!

Now I couldn’t grin with 

My slain teeth 

And wrath anymore


Oh, my god almighty,

Please forgive for the sin

I have made on my nation

And my subjects

I could hear the chanting  

*Namo nama, of the whole nation 

For the upcoming saviour 

Of this holy land


Oh, my god *Obama

As an unholy Shemale

I have space no more 

On this earth

So it is my humble request  

To reserve and assure 

Me a SIX feet space on MARS

For the rest of my life!

 Foot Note: Nostradamus - A predictor, E.S.P - Extra Sensory Perception , Na mo nama – Narendra ModiNation’s  Maharaja,Obama  = U.S  president

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OTHER WONDERFUL WORKS OF VIJAY 

SHORT STORIES

1) Wuthering height return 

2) Fallen Angel 


POEMS





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