(here i reproduce, without permission-because i can, two starzas of a poem “Women”I read in Indian Literature, a bimonthly journal published by Sahitya Aacademy)
A woman
Wiping her bloody nose a woman says,
I swear to you I was never in love before.
All I had was a sacred silence, centuries long, blazing like a fire,
In which my body sizzled only to serve you.
Another Woman
A woman’s face is as white as marble,
She has told someone her misery or she’s lost some jewellery.
She ties her duppatta on a celling hook;
Her lover has shown everyone her photos and her letters.
Uday Prakash (translation- Robert A. Hereckstedt)

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