Today, on our Computer Day
Come let's place our hand on the women.com button
This very own history of women
From illiteracy to women.com.
Once upon a time from this woman
You snatched the ...... more »
Man, I've never raised my arms against you
Slitting the hair-parting the day you drew the insignia of blood
I felt pain, I didn't tell you
On dry soil no rose blooms, no peacock dances
Yet ...... more »
In man's body an extra limb
Invested with eternal power, earth's ownership
According to Mr Freud for lack of it woman is inferior
As an underling she envies man's virility
Nature is ...... more »
She spun rhymes, wove blankets
The Dravidian woman who sowed wheat
In the Aryan man's fields, reared his kids
If she isn't a worker, then what is work?
Tell us Marx, who is a worker, who ...... more »
Man, I've never raised my arms against you
Slitting the hair-parting the day you drew the insignia of blood
I felt pain, I didn't tell you... more »
Gujarat was a land of violet, red and green
But colors deceived like lizards... more »
Listen o listen:
Hark this tale of Khanaa
In Bengal in the Middle Ages... more »
As the shadows of Minto Park shifted
They too moved away from the sun's heat,
The two creatures who had left the dreadful house
Two storm-tossed birds - daughter and mother.... more »
The moment she tucks in the mosquito net and goes
to bed, her husband's black hands fumble after... more »
She who spun rhymes, wove blankets
The Dravidian woman who sowed wheat
In the Aryan man’s fields, reared his kids
If she isn’t worker, then what is work?... more »
Comments about Mallika Sengupta
The Girl On The Sunlit Road
As the shadows of Minto Park shifted
They too moved away from the sun's heat,
The two creatures who had left the dreadful house
Two storm-tossed birds - daughter and mother.
What took place in the night's darkness? Outrage! Outrage!
Incessant violence would tear up the woman
While the eyes of the mute girl streamed,
She watched nightlong, nightlong, blood trickling down
Her mother's bruises.
The nightly eyewitness from a neighbouring window
Flared. Slamming his window shut he says, 'I want privacy, privacy.'
Window cries out, 'Why are you beating your ...
I wan t to print the poem Amar Durga
I want to print the Kanyaslok/Aamar Durga in bengali version.
Draupadi Janmo poem in print form