Kusumita Mukherjee Debnath is a poet who feels the pulse of woman. Her poems voice the unexpressed, perhaps unacknowledged pain of woman strangled and struggling in the mire of societal demands on her time, emotions and energy. Her body and spirit are tired beyond measure yet she goes on! The poet voices the dreams of woman with ‘dainty wings’ and need for ‘love’! She is ready to fly with a little hope!
- Pulse
Did she feel the pulse?
It was a starry night.
Dreams were scarce.
Yet she felt
She needed to feel
Love.
Her bones begged her to sleep
She failed
For love.
It was so strong
It consumed her
From within.
She writhed
Wrung
Till tears came.
Now she was quiet
And calm.
But not ended.
- Story
No words
Could repeat
The pain.
Horror was
Far from over.
She was lost.
Her bangles
Mocked her
She was broken.
Cruel fate had
Broken her
Dainty wings.
She was jittery
Pained beyond measure.
Wrecked.
Just one ray
Of hope
Was enough.
Will she fly
Or die?
Only time would know.
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Well written Kusumita! Write on!