I can not Celebrate you

An intense poem by Deeya that braids alienation and love.

I can’t celebrate you
Scraps of junk you rot
in my mind – the sudden stab in my ribs
doesn’t bleed through a gaping hole
often resides
After the dishes done in the kitchen
I ought to write to you
write in ink of my blood and bones –
bones stare like vanilla scoops
that I feed the sparrows with
you have set the limit to nine hundred words,
words undress me – my mood swings
I begin an octave, memories unfurl themselves
impasse for me
you can’t bribe my soul you tried
the garish wound on my breast
and the womb that bleeds to house you.

©Deeya Bhattacharya

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Deeya Bhattacharya

Deeya Bhattacharya

Born at Durgapur, West Bengal, Deeya Bhattacharya- a PG in English Literature and a Graduate in Education from the University of Burdwan. Her poems and articles have appeared in several National and International journals, websites, E-zine, besides several anthologies. Member of Poets International, She has read her poetry at quite a few fests. She teaches English and Poetry at a State Government High School.
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