What it feels like to cross the road with mom and Jalebi…
Then head to college…
A blind dog’s leash pulling the other
I need a third arm to stop traffic
A fourth to point out the vet
And a fifth to collect my print outs
Send help!
I invoke Athena’s dexterity, Mother Mary’s patience and Ma Kali’s righteous anger
To handle the mental gymnastics
It takes to be thirty seven!
I invoke them as I spit rebellious lines to my right hand
And playful tugs to my left
If by the universe’s magic,
I were able to grow 3 extra arms
Where would they grow out of?
My growling belly,
My burdened shoulders?
My aching heels?
The scanner at the beepy metro station
Caught me today for carrying home coasters from Masai Mara,
Can’t say I blame her,
I look like I’d bomb the place!
Cos no one recognises a man in women’s clothing,
The man of the house wore second-hand clothes and lifted steel pathrams from solar cookers since she was three
Her chest hurts now
But no one knows
Resilience is a lie you’re told
Everytime you break and rise again
Determination wears off every five years
The phoenix has risen so many times
It’s forgotten its feathers
“You are the first born sun
of Surekha Reys and Bomi Gamat
A Goan migrant who should have died in the partition
and a Parsi thread that survived
to spread sugar in Gujarat!
This is the end of the line,
Challaghatta metro station is here!
Get off, beep, rest, beep, you’re done!”
Poetry by Inspired
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Written on 2025-12-16 at 03:20
Tags Pms Violence Spiritual
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Then head to college…
Armed with Dependants
Crossing the road with a doddering old woman digging into my right arm,A blind dog’s leash pulling the other
I need a third arm to stop traffic
A fourth to point out the vet
And a fifth to collect my print outs
Send help!
I invoke Athena’s dexterity, Mother Mary’s patience and Ma Kali’s righteous anger
To handle the mental gymnastics
It takes to be thirty seven!
I invoke them as I spit rebellious lines to my right hand
And playful tugs to my left
If by the universe’s magic,
I were able to grow 3 extra arms
Where would they grow out of?
My growling belly,
My burdened shoulders?
My aching heels?
The scanner at the beepy metro station
Caught me today for carrying home coasters from Masai Mara,
Can’t say I blame her,
I look like I’d bomb the place!
Cos no one recognises a man in women’s clothing,
The man of the house wore second-hand clothes and lifted steel pathrams from solar cookers since she was three
Her chest hurts now
But no one knows
Resilience is a lie you’re told
Everytime you break and rise again
Determination wears off every five years
The phoenix has risen so many times
It’s forgotten its feathers
“You are the first born sun
of Surekha Reys and Bomi Gamat
A Goan migrant who should have died in the partition
and a Parsi thread that survived
to spread sugar in Gujarat!
This is the end of the line,
Challaghatta metro station is here!
Get off, beep, rest, beep, you’re done!”
Poetry by Inspired
Read 2 times
Written on 2025-12-16 at 03:20
Tags Pms Violence Spiritual
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