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And you remember
holding those handles
I stood looking at the fading distance
immersed
in the lined up cloudstretch
Crowds pull in, signals: red, yellow, green
Announcements: kavi subhash, kavi nazrul* …., words start falling
sounds shrink.
This sudden pull
my back seemed grappled
before I knew, appetence
was all over me
spitting, salivating, satiating
voices were too loud, rattling
in the race of the time,
all that was left of me:
a piece of thews
for those hundred days hungry,
Them.
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*Kolkata metro station.
(100s of girls, women, children reduce to mere fleshes. Some weep, some lose battles, some earn titles of being whore…we have learnt to grow with it…after all we are all resilient!)
N.B: This is not merely a picture of a dark, dim, politically charged up Kolkata. This is a story of any, every place women irrespective of age go through: violation.
Very hurting heartrending poem on the utterly sad situation
Is this atrocity & inhumanity in built in human psyche or is there really any solution to such crimes and criminals elimination,
or only lip sympathy is seen everywhere and media is busy improving their TRP highlighting such stories for entertainment consumption
Is it enough that we middle class are just occupied with protecting our own kith and kin from this inhuman degradation
The matter is very serious for them, us all & society’s function
The real caliber for overcoming this menace however appears beyond capability of present human organization
Commends for a superb poem
@Vishvnand,
Respected Sir,
Thank you for leaving such a long long message. trust me, the rampant state of lawlessness, violation of human rights,women left to wail, weep in a century which is pseudo moving ahead…I am left wondering how far have we actually advanced.
yes, the poetry holds my pain, my anger…i had no other platform to share this but here…
Regards sent across.
good poem “Them”.
@Apurva Bharat Gaglani,
Purabi,
Difficult theme well handled with sensitivity.
Your note below the poem helped to understand it better.
Some words need explanation –
‘appetence’ . ‘thews’
Kusum
@kusumgokarn,
thanks@ kusum. well, my poetry explains enough what message it holds. appetence= lust, thews=flesh. hope this should now help you out. anyway, thank you for dropping by. leaves any writer encouraged…
I have read it twice
and then i have added it to my favorite,
You have taken my mind to the world created by well chosen words and very hard theme and you did it successfully.
Poignant poem
superb….
Regards
Your Deep
thank u Deep.humbled!
Sad, poignant, all the words used above so befit the poem. It is sad that in a Nation which is supposed to be developing, (pseudo moving, as you so aptly put it) respect for the fairer sex is sadly lacking. Very impacting composition.
Honor killing, sexual assault, abuses are being reported or often go unreported. Within the curtains there are whimpers. Very unfortunate it is that the ‘jeans culture’ too couldn’t unmask the rusticity that is in our genes!
21 more centuries further, people would continue discussing the same.Nothing has changed from where we started.SAD!@Parminder: thank u so much for dropping by…