Political Poem: Pallavi Verma
Raged Make up
She wish
she could put
the black bindi
from her forehead
to her cleavage
as a black dot
of shame
for all the
locked constant stares
just below her neck
she could put
the black bindi
from her forehead
to her cleavage
as a black dot
of shame
for all the
locked constant stares
just below her neck
She wish
she could fill
the parting line
of her hair
with the black
eye liner
whenever
the lines are crossed
and NO
has been taken for
any other meaning
she could fill
the parting line
of her hair
with the black
eye liner
whenever
the lines are crossed
and NO
has been taken for
any other meaning
She wish
she could wrap
her braid
around her neck
like a necklace
and change
her anklets, her bangles
into rusted iron chains
whenever
the path to justice
feels like a never ending circle
she could wrap
her braid
around her neck
like a necklace
and change
her anklets, her bangles
into rusted iron chains
whenever
the path to justice
feels like a never ending circle
It's boiling
rage within her
is boiling
the color of her lipstick,
her nails
turn into
the color of her rage
she doesn't know
Where will it
lead her?
is boiling
the color of her lipstick,
her nails
turn into
the color of her rage
she doesn't know
Where will it
lead her?
Hello Pallavi!
ReplyDeletePowerful, head-on yet poetic, incisive yet soft. Wonderful piece! Wonderful title!
Congratulations!
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