Friday, June 12, 2009

I died a little

I died a little
Killed by impure little droplets
Though there were celebrations
The stained cloth
Became my flag
I was congratulated
For reasons I knew not
My mother said
I was now a complete woman

I died a
little
Killed by impure little droplets
Deflowered
He celebrated
Being the first
That became his flag
Worn proudly around his neck

I died a little
Killed by impure little droplets
That refused to trickle
On the wedding night
Condemned
His disappointment
Inscribed upon doors without eyes
The cold door knob
Refused to shake hands with me
Wooden, opaque, unseeing
And it slammed against the shivering frame.

*For shree, chao for inspiring me, encouraging me and for arguing with me



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5 comments:

  1. for this blood we are treated as Godess, for this blood are called as impured and untouchable...

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  2. Hi Priya,
    A wonderful toast to ...
    Expressed beautifully, every verse of it is worth all that I goes through.

    A.C. Meitei

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  3. Hi Priya,
    I being a regular contributer to the northeasterner have been going through your works.Very well done keep it up.If feel like sending something to me you are most welcome.We can be in touch though me email robertlanky@gmail.com
    Have a writing
    Robert

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