Treasure Island

Pankhuri Sinha


Along Came A Code


The car got codified,
Driving got codified,
Hard drive was invented,
Even computerized,
All things got codified,
All talk problematized,
A stammer came in her lovely voice,
Then a hiccup,
They prolonged it,
Till she got totally dysfunctional,
With anger,
The pushing became,
The most defining aspect,
Of going for education,
Peer pressure,
Was practiced in the guise of racism.

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Saturday, July 13, 2013
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Poet's Notes about The Poem

It was while seeking justice and equal working conditions in a post divorce situation, abroad, with the question of immigration looming large, waiting for a complete status, that this poem was born. Facing another day of vigilance, surveillance at home, not knowing what happened to the agreed upon divorce settlement, gave birth to this ironic mood.


- - - - - -Pankhuri Sinha

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