[M.A. (English), University of Calcutta (College Street Campus)]
Forever Free
The sun lashes on her back, everyday,
When she sells dreams on the money-laden streets.
Mercy! Mercy! Shouted her soul,
Pained but calm like the Christ on the Cross.
She is nailed, everyday, by people, known and unknown.
She knew that fear had a moustache and she heard heavy footsteps from her birth,
Tattering her soul and rattling her self.
Father! She wailed out loud, what she heard was silence.
She found love, like no magic, she toiled hard, everyday to keep it.
She is the woman, isn’t she born to endure?
She loves to keep her hair floating, messing with the air, forever free.
The redness is soothed by the warm rain and mellow storms…
She craved for the storm so much, to create a space inside the clamoured heart.
She found none, she found none. She endured, till blood showed up in her mouth,
Spaceless world, timeless city. She blowed with the wind, she flowed with the water.
She stopped near a house, she saw a girl sleeping in a pink frock,
She heard her mother singing the lullaby of a charming prince and weep
She raised a violent storm, lashing at the house unheard, before she outgrew and fell Asleep.