Shuchika Sahay Poems

A woman of thirty
Is at once, so many,
Things. But mainly
She is content with
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The little things in my bag that constructs me
gradually, bit, by bit, shards of my everyday life

My bank statements, the forms and bills, a notebook
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They live their lives on their terms
They are all women like me as such
They don’t fret over their past
They don’t obsess with future much
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Your blog
Is a good
Way
To get a heads-up
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We will survive the nation.
The onslaught of globalisation.

You remember the night?
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This contempt of familiarity
The thing about marriage
Ebbing love, hiatus of 'us'
This domestic barrage
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