Another Kind of a Woman
Rinzu Rajan
She is the bowl for the bile
bought at a bonus
bid for her blood
every day her corpse
wrestles with her wages.
Her shriek is wedged
in her bellow
and the pain in
the fatigue of a fret
a martyr of misery
paralysed to pathos
of passion.
She is astute in her art
trading her belly
for a testimony unwritten
she has three saplings to water
fourth may be sown in a September
or in another nine months
amidst the fall of her fruit
her wame hasnīt been dogged
by the shadow of sin
her mission is to trade her words
for a bit of brass
till the spring doesnīt
hibernate to autumnīs abeyance
she has to build a house
and dig her grave
the time is less
and the stakes going high.
