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Response poem 1 - Sukh Mehak Kaur

Hairy fairy. I love tails bloody and Gory. No stranger to Medusa’s Story. That women, she Deserves Glory. A raped woman, no human category Poseidon made her a quarry, Athena, once laudatory became accusatory, admonitory! To Athena’s dormitory she was defamatory, she was derogatory ! She never said Sorry not for this discriminatory! Build her Brand, on her Fury. Turning men to stone, no aleatory. She became the judge And jury  She became predatory! she was angry, not incantatory! it’s an allegory! Many came to make her depilatory.  Perseus, finally had the victory. Power wrote the history. Somewhere, in Shahid’s poetry, Medusa finally becomes auditory. Medusa, my hairy fairy; rest in peace in purgatory.

Other Poem 2 - Sukh Mehak Kaur

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CHAMELEON This is a sketch. A sketch of death. A dead chameleon. Is the sketch dead? Did the sketch archive? Did it archive death? Has the sketch made alive? The chameleon that for me, never was. Poor chameleon, stupid fellow! Couldn't even hide from death, what is camouflage even good for?

City poem - Sukh Mehak Kaur

Winter morning. Cars honking. Delhi’s traffic, once more. Scooter knocking. Hands freezing. Delhi’s traffic, once more. Buses blocking. Men taunting. Delhi’s traffic, once more. Once more, I go and find a spot, behind buses that stop. Pollution is so warm, heat above harm. That’s delhi meri jaan.