A FORSAKEN WOMAN
3rd December 2018
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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)
