One Hundred sixty million birds
Usher in the dawn again
Sun merciless in its obligation
To rise every morning
My girl stares at
The sickle wind
slashing the shadows
Of her children, unborn yet,
Unborn forever and more.
And the Savannah sways
To the sickle wind
The girl looks on
With infinite kindness
At how the sharp wind
Slices the shadows
Of her unborn children
A bomb goes off
And the Sunflower bursts
The petals blow
The seeds scatter
On the asphalt heart
Of the broken ground
Of her unborn dead children.
Chumki Sharma is widely published and featured in various radio programs and visual media is also a renowned spoken word performer.
She presently lives in Kolkata and writes poetry and working on her book when not engaged in her job as a banker.
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