TODAY -
Wounded
Soibam Haripriya *
It was a festival
That wounded me
Riots of colours
That stained my skin
It was a feast
That wounded me
My Abok could not
Partake the ushop
First in line
It was a festival
That wounded me
Her friends arrived
the morning after
To check bed sheets
For stains of nocturnal union
It was a feast
That wounded me
A jatra
ema took her rightful place
First in line
for her first born was a son
Asoi ana Yaodaba
It was a festival
That wounded me
A brother
To protect
His sister
Against
those of his kind?
It was a feast
That wounded me
Me a daughter
Could not partake
The delicacies
Laid out
In front of
the silent invisible
womb-less ancestors
* Poem written by Soibam Haripriya . You can check more on her blog This poem was webcasted on August 08, 2009.
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