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Crowned Poem, English Poetry |
1.
The chameli adorning her hair
Now wilted and yellow
It had already seen a few strangers .
A few strands of hair in disarray
A few strands of hair in disarray
The night was still long
The sari,the only saving grace
Yellow,having sucked all color from the blooming amaltas
Tucked perilously below the waist
The left hand resting carelessly on the curve
The pan chewing teeth spat in a monotonous regularity
The habit probably cultivated to keep them away from the zone
Strange
She was probably numb down there
It had to be always a green signal
Sort of an express highway…
Like an amputated limb
It didnt belong to her anymore….
But it was always red pan stained on the lips
No entry
This was her
Throbbing,pulsating,alive,
Sacred.
2.
The night clings to her
Sound of shops closing their shutters
Her day begins now
Her eyes dart from here and there
A flick of her chameli adorned choti
Where are the bloody men today?
Her mind darts between the hungry infant in her room
and the last man who snatched the money he gave her
She chews her paan faster
Spits it out with vengeance
A motor cycle approaches and stops
A deal is struck
They leave together for her room
Barely takes 10 minutes
As he is about to leave
The child starts bawling
Perfect timing
The man hurries out
Starts to run
The motorcycle roars away
The night clings to her
Sound of shops closing their shutters
Her day begins now
what an Image
i loved it ma’am
A beautiful poem, highly imaginative,Renu.
All I can say Renu is ” wow” what an image you have conjoured. Hard hitting and truthful.
A very effective & a commendable poem
of a very sordid factual tale,
of human dignity degradation
Sad but unearths the brutal ignored realities of the flesh business…
very nice…
tale of a night or of a deal…
beautiful poetry, felt fabulous when read it aloud…
applause!