“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.
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.
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 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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