A FORSAKEN WOMAN

A FORSAKEN WOMAN

Her man stole a neighbourhood girl,

And went Arunachal a long ago,

When Munni crawled in her

Belly, swollen to burst.

 

She lived at a hut,

And toil at day at lush green fields

Plucked tender leaves and buds,

And some dry wood way back.

 

At dead winter night when moon

Bathed the village, cold and grey,

She thumped and crooned

The baby coaxing inside.

 

Thus she passed her terrible days

Eyes swollen and breasts dry

And one night laboured she

And had her joy, Munni born.

(First published in anthology, Rise to Higher Essence)

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