Analysis of A kinner on the train

A Kinner  On The Train

A beautiful lady in saree,
sat  beside, in a hurry.
In a local train,
to reach Howrah in rain .
Dressed in vibrant,
female in appearance.
Suddenly,
she clapped her fingers apart,
on her seat,
When asked to push a bit.
She misunderstood,
A manly voice emerged.
"Why should I stand" she budged.
Unstoppable she burst.
"Why are we only cursed?"
"We are the third gender in position.
Male, female and kinner from generation.
For a moment, i sat there numb.
Without uttering , like a dumb.
I could read her insecure mind a lot.
"Aren't they humans?" I thought.
"Where are they at fault ?"
By default a twist in their life  arrives.
Dismissed they are to be a wife,
nor husband by chance.
"How do their living enhance?"
No gradation, opportunities,nor education.
They earn their living in hesitation.
Discarded at every place.
Let's stop this gender race in grace.