The festival of colour aerates<\/p>\n
I wear my attire, original, personal<\/p>\n
air the melody , small bells tinkle<\/p>\n
music reverberates<\/p>\n
flow of my village stream, melody of cuckoo unite<\/p>\n
scars of colour in body parts<\/p>\n
a new sensation, thousand hearts wave<\/p>\n
Life greets<\/p>\n
A niche to a perfect living.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Marriage, a social sanction,<\/p>\n
heart sanctions the handsome<\/p>\n
fairy queen meets the prince<\/p>\n
vacant space fulfils, I get lunatic<\/p>\n
surrender the heart and soul<\/p>\n
fidelity under scanner, I get a punitive action<\/p>\n
children too abandon, I regret<\/p>\n
he makes me the part of life.<\/p>\n
Other woman to his woman, the tag removed<\/p>\n
for me a respite, the reliving<\/p>\n
the life smiles<\/p>\n
learn a new art of living.<\/p>\n
His inner space divulges<\/p>\n
I qualified his pretest<\/p>\n
he studied the art of market<\/p>\n
fairy queen can fetch more<\/p>\n
lured to join the trade banned<\/p>\n
earn and entertain<\/p>\n
I get mad, the world came crashing down.<\/p>\n
I cannot love twice<\/p>\n
Loved too true to keep him<\/p>\n
cannot barter the heart for cash and coin<\/p>\n
unwanted, thrown at platform<\/p>\n
he tied knot further<\/p>\n
lost the battle with feet in two boats<\/p>\n
a street beggar<\/p>\n
sky the roof, earth the bed<\/p>\n
moisture and summer new body apparel<\/p>\n
the life laughs<\/p>\n
The charity home picks, feeds my empty stomach<\/p>\n
body paralyses, eyes are open<\/p>\n
reflect the love, eternal and divine<\/p>\n
cannot tinkle the bell, wave the heart<\/p>\n
the wound sore<\/p>\n
the scar of the colour spreads body part<\/p>\n
love dominates contempt<\/p>\n
he rules on my heart still<\/p>\n
People know disappearing<\/p>\n
I cannot die twice<\/p>\n
can go out with death undisclosed<\/p>\n
experiencing the life<\/p>\n
smiling, laughing and greeting<\/p>\n
(This is the story of Ms. Madhu, who is sixty years of age.\u00a0 She is what is known as an \u201cOther Backward Caste\u201d (OBC) of the Dhamtari district, Chhattisgarh.\u00a0 Currently she is a resident at the Missionaries of Charity, Raipur, Chhattisgarh.\u00a0 She was deserted by her husband and later on by another lover.\u00a0 After that, she resorted to staying in a railway station where she was picked by Missionaries of Charity.\u00a0 She has an adult son and daughter.) [Author\u2019s note]
\n(Basanta kumar kar is Operations Director of Care India. He has written almost sixty poems that meditate upon the real-life voices and stories of extremely disadvantaged women residing in various\u00a0 Indian states as\u00a0 Rajasthan, Delhi, Orissa, Chhatisgarh, UP and Jharkhand. The above poem appears under his unpublished title, The Unfold Pinnacle, a collection of poems that closely engage with the stories of women who suffer from poverty, extreme nutritional insecurity, HIV risk, the dangers of sex work, and social abandonment.) [Editor\u2019s note]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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