Monday, 5 March 2012

South and North

They draw a line down her home.
This side, they say, is not that side.
Whenever she crosses the line,
they make her bleed.
And take her husband as prisoner
until they decide
which country they have and which they lost.

She marries again.
One crazy beard from the side she live.
Her two sons bring diarrhea in protest.
Her new husband loves her hit and broken.
So she escapes.
She crosses the line again and waits for the new wounds.
They cover up the older ones.

©  Kushal Poddar

For Woman in Sudan, No Escape From Misery
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Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in Kolkata, India. He has written fiction and scripts for TV and his poems have been published in various online and print magazines all over the world.

1 comment:

  1. What pain we humans bring upon ourselves as we draw our lines of demarcation "decide
    which country they have and which they lost". Wonderfully poignant poem. So sad.

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