Narrow dingy lanes
where death is a treat
Mongrels and men
are companions and competitors
the stench of uncovered drains
where shameful humanity lies low
the naked newborn starves
the deceiving streetlights burn brighter
diseased by hunger
deprived by fate
the toxic by products,
the wastes in the way of progress
here morality is a virgin whore
it sells but remains unfucked
and emotions are leftovers
from a rare meal
written by ananya chatterjee
Trauma
10 months ago
nice one. why you neglect the green grass near the uncovered drain. life is not so rude.
ReplyDeleteit hardly is a joyride either meshon
ReplyDeleteI am too uneducated to comment on such a good piece of poetry, but all I can say is that this is the truth of India. We should try to improve the situation rather than ignoring it.
ReplyDeletei kno its really gud work wen i read it but personally i find it very very depressing.i wudnt read it twice
ReplyDeleteya i guess so bt i cn hardly write about stars bells confetti and crackers
ReplyDeletehere morality is a virgin whore
ReplyDeleteit sells but remains unfucked
and emotions are leftovers
from a rare meal...
terribly scary lines. intense and shocking.
amay lekha shikhiye de!!! :'(
ki jaataa pria emni babhe pyaank dichchish?
ReplyDeletenice use of "virgin whore"..an oxymoron :D...lovely writing,...but not upto ananya's class :D..thats what i felt
ReplyDeletehey cummon sum say it is my best by far
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