Wednesday, January 21, 2009

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
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9 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2009 at 4:42 AM

    nice one. why you neglect the green grass near the uncovered drain. life is not so rude.

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  2. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2009 at 7:54 AM

    it hardly is a joyride either meshon

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  3. AnonymousJanuary 27, 2009 at 7:27 AM

    I 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.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 11, 2009 at 1:34 AM

    i kno its really gud work wen i read it but personally i find it very very depressing.i wudnt read it twice

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  5. ananya chatterjeeFebruary 12, 2009 at 12:07 AM

    ya i guess so bt i cn hardly write about stars bells confetti and crackers

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  6. JadisMay 3, 2009 at 10:28 AM

    here morality is a virgin whore
    it sells but remains unfucked
    and emotions are leftovers
    from a rare meal...


    terribly scary lines. intense and shocking.

    amay lekha shikhiye de!!! :'(

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  7. ananya chatterjeeMay 3, 2009 at 10:33 AM

    ki jaataa pria emni babhe pyaank dichchish?

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  8. ani_asetJune 20, 2009 at 3:09 AM

    nice use of "virgin whore"..an oxymoron :D...lovely writing,...but not upto ananya's class :D..thats what i felt

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  9. ananya chatterjeeJune 21, 2009 at 6:26 AM

    hey cummon sum say it is my best by far

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