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BANERJEE PARNA

SONGSOPTOK THE WRITERS BLOG | 3/10/2015 |




“I AM SHE”
…………………………….
It was a time of bewilderment…..
She was a part of beauty I ever met
Standing all alone at the end of a dull street
She was an art of beauty by the creator LORD
Totally I was dumbfounded ……………..
As my eyes couldn’t dare to blink for a while
A hooker was booked for a night…at the lowest rate
I was still waiting for the beauty to return
She was horribly tired….totally shattered from inside,
Though……..
A soft gentle smile was there on her Lips…
Blot-out eye liners; smashed lipstick; prosaic make over…
But the elegance still verdant…as usual….

SHE WAS A HOOKER BY PROFESSION……………….
Shattered…..from inside
She was a lady by Heart….The Queen of Hearts….
Once a’ love mate for someone’….
but now…..
Only a mother….of a kid…………….
Work is loathing for her….but a legacy
So her impeccable eyes flicker back again….
She turned in her vicinity ….
Yawp out in a loud voice…..
Tried to put on slight tenderness in her smile..
To count a second chance…


“I’M A HOOKER…..
Only u can fix my rate…….
Its very meager…..u can chisel “Me”…
Promulgate vehemently” …..

I gave an easeful grin….
Tears rolled down my cheeks….
I have seen the beauty…..in that dark night……………………………


MY GIRL …………
…………………………………………….
Tired choking life
With hatred of consuming “being woman” was horrible
Only hope was the fetus and the growing womb
Expecting eagerly “a girl child”-

Drops of rain..
Tries to concentrate somewhere..
May be within the small gap of horizon
And rest drops spilled over..Spreading across..
Time holds the answer…
A malformed..Stillborn child was born at midnight

Malformation was not her fault
Its overdose of drugs – “extra love for conceiving a girl”
Tried hard
Cared a lot –had a talk with her
Assured mother for a fight ,but poor soul awaits for a normal love

Now standing over -
cascade across the wastelands of the dead,
past ancient stones to forgotten memories,
past the kneeling she.
She was week, tired, losing the battle..
Turning her face towards the heavens skies,
tears seep through clench shut eyes,
falling near to the earth like summer rain.

 She bore her , against the odds
against her age and failing health,
and deep was the longing.
She fought the battle within her
Without making a sound..
But now
she placed a rose on tiny mound,
praying that the angels found,
A place for her in heaven.

Alone I leave the kneeling woman, alone with her thoughts,
to her sadness,
to her faith,
for no words or friendly smile,
will stay her grief,
worn as a wreath,
in her closed eyes.
She has placed her STILLBORN..with a hope ..

[BANERJEE PARNA]







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