Sutapa Chaudhuri Poems

No.
Feminism
Doesn't mean you're promiscuous
Only that you refuse to be contained-
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O my native soil, I bow my head to you in deep obeisance.
In you rests the universe, on you is spread the love of the universal mother.
You have become blended in my body,
You have united with my heart and soul,
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I became a mother today,
You a little girl-
A soft cuddly ball of love
Held close in my arms.
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however you might trample me
I will rise again.
untouched, unloved, unheeded-
defined, deified, dismembered
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rejection confines
the very fibre of life
bones chilled
frost bitten
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my jasmine spreading perfume in the wind
my sprite of sun dancing on the rays
my starlight, moonbeam
undaunted, blazing,
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My true colors lie hidden
not fair, nor dusky
I search for my true colours
I want to be like myself
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breathing under water
slow, laborious
standing on a bed of thorns
living an exotic life in death.
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Shrill whistles bellow from steaming cookers
The tinkle of tea cups resonate with hushed voices
A few tears mixed with officious rituals mourn the sad demise
The stale old sari gets discarded in a heap of washing
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My life
a stillborn baby
deformed, sterile,
a quivering bloody mass
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