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Here’s an intense and powerful women-centric poem by Mamta that celebrates her love despite countless sufferings, for Different Truths.
Throbbing with exhaustion and pain
Cramped muscles ache for rest
The daily routine of endless hours
Begins before sunrise
The sun sets but she plods on.
Every village in the distant hills
Relies on these feisty women
Their men come and go
As seasons do
Fleeting, never lasting.
Cooking meals, burping babies, tending the cattle
Serving the aged, working on fields, foraging for fuel
Her beauty streaked with layers of dirt and dust
Dreams dulled by sameness of routine
Work, work and more work.
Cold, stiff, backbreaking destiny
Music their quilt of warmth
Thawing every sinew, every muscle
Letting in the flow of life
trickle by trickle.
Brimming with a mastery
Over rhyme and rhythm
The concentric circle of women spins
Rejoicing and giggling
Clapping and bouncing
A potent scaffolding
Their rough calloused hands
Wrapped in intangible love
Feast through their weak moments
Fast through their harsh times.
©Mamta Joshi
Pictures from the internet.
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