Restless Ritu On The Prowl

Ritu had recently come to my house with Nishi hot Babe a cross dresser , they wanted to see their pictures and meet my family, my wife and my daughter Samiya.
Ritu was dressed as a male but could still excite the human senses..I have been shooting Ritu for quite some time she was a bar dancer till the government banned this trade in Maharashtra , this really hit them in the guts as families depended on their earnings.. things went from bad to worse some made it others died on the way..

Ritu kept her head and this poem is my tribute to her grit her determination and to make it in life ..And now you should sometimes read the text unwritten beneath my pictures of the Hijras, yes I shoot hijras with a divine poetic passion , I have been approached by people for Hijra coffee books I am not interested..I do this without profit or gain, I show you Hijras in a way nobody will ever show , with scars , with wounds all hidden behind their gaudy make up of pain..this is for Facebook readers..I am a heterosexual happily married male.. hijra is the poison .. I drink as a photographer..

serenity
silently serenading
surreptitiously lets out a growl
restless ritu on the prowl
her mind as wise as the owl
once a bar dancing hijra
time befouled
gang raped by politics
as she howled