Shehas stopped counting her bones long ago,
They are too many, too visible beneath her thinning skin,
Slowly consumed under a concrete sky of dark soot.
At night when a male weight is dumped on her spine,
She tills earnest masculinity into her womanhood.
Her fond memories smile under the sunshine,
Recalling the little girl with green mangoes in her lap,
And the woman nourishes her ancient freedom.
Writer: Avijit Roy
Artist: Angana Sarkar
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