Poetry to Women – Page 3 – Clips and Pages

A Household Woman (Avijit Roy)

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 girlContinue reading “A Household Woman (Avijit Roy)”

Woman of the House (Seth Brown)

We are standing in the kitchen,and we are arguing over the dirty dishes in the sink. I am currently losing the argument,which is a shame,because I am right. She’s saying that the pots from last night’s dinner are still dirty,and that a certain someone needs to be better about doing the dishes,and that that certainContinue reading “Woman of the House (Seth Brown)”

Almost Unbeautiful (Krishna Ahir)

Drying unshed tears falling from graceless eyes She is dancing in her sorrow And singing through her pain Feet treading on shards of dying dreams Her voice is rasping noise lost in chaotic air She will push herself onto the silver streets Seducing all and any is who she is now Daylight dreams crushed intoContinue reading “Almost Unbeautiful (Krishna Ahir)”

Wailings of Red Light District (Krishna Ahir)

A pretty girl walks down the street I give her a contemplative sneer She runs back down the alleyway She knows that her place isn’t here The foggy haze surrounds my face Smoke from my trusty cigarette It entices you and hides the lines Of age etched in my featurette Let me drown my sorrowsContinue reading “Wailings of Red Light District (Krishna Ahir)”

Mother (Kenhi Tep)

O compare not a mother’s great care, So tender and loving, you dare; No doubt, she would put your needs first And let hers’ to suffer in thirst. O compare not a mother’s great strength, A strength that lasts till the end; Though she’s weary, she carries a smile With all those burdens more thanContinue reading “Mother (Kenhi Tep)”

Minds Full of Greed (Sonali Sharma)

The place wherein we reside, Do you really think so, this is the truth,Tends to be the safest and a source of pride.Tearing her clothes the demon stood. Does the age, or religion really matter, Then why even 5 year old, on the bed is made to scatter? Who the hell gave them right toContinue reading “Minds Full of Greed (Sonali Sharma)”

Aravani’s Silent Scream (Gopa Bhattacharjee)

I never wanted, what I heard. The ruthless mother who left the babyinside the dustbin,Without even once looking back with pity;Later saved from the clutches of the wild dogs. I never wanted, what I got.The deceptive love of a matured manDuring my teenage days,Underneath the table, dishonouring my body.Later pushing me away in disgust. IContinue reading “Aravani’s Silent Scream (Gopa Bhattacharjee)”