CHANDS!!!

In the first month's work, I have mostly found activists, as people who were ready to give me interview and document their lives. One such trans woman is Chandini and this is an excerpt from her interview. Chandini, an activist and poet, has been a good friend of mine for almost 8 years. Below this I have given some translations of her poems. I have tried my level best to translate it.

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Being with you I abandon heaven

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From the tip of fingers to the strands of your hair

Lightening in your eyes

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Have stolen your heart

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Makes this day unforgettable

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Here they come here they come

Thirsty manipulators

Crossing beyond their own suffering

Crossing their lives’ paths

Sowing the seed of trust

Showering the rain of happiness

Catering food of love  

Floating in the heights of orgasm

Winning the death

In the line of challenges

Establishing fights against the society

With lies all around

Make us reach the heaven

When we trust the truth

They push deep down the sea