Monsoon Hunts ! A Poem by Kabir Deb

A woman bleeds like monsoon
Where she trembles, with all ‘yes’ and ‘no’
They approach with shaking legs for getting a face of disgust
Few notice about the woman with monsoon
Everyone sees her with the image of vomit
Uterus of her body shuffles from one step to another
It sets the limit of the pain and pleasure
They say “Don’t do this, you are impure”
Without questioning, how pure is the dialogue
Descendants sets their mark when she bleeds
Property figure out their evil image when she bleeds
They buy napkins with a sound of ‘hush’
He sees her with a smirk on his asylumsictic face
“Oh my hand! It’s bleeding, bring a bandage you moron” he delivers
She is seldom given the permission to scream for her pain
Thighs covered with molten lava laughs and cries simultaneously
Vermilion now is free from the prison for releasing dissemination
Interior napkins remain trapped without an eye on them
A joke feeds on the woman with his spine erect
While her discomforting expression prepares itself to be killed
“Pinjra Tod” now feels the domination of fugitives
Noise now is voice as they seldom hear voice
Monsoon now needs to engulf a storm with her rain.

 

 

Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed his schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from childhood. He looks forward to change the society with the power of poetry. When the society is facing with many political and social conflicts he wants to show that poetry can destroy even the most destructive force in the society as poetry knows how to create. His work has been published in ‘​To be my Valentine​’ edition of ​Hall of Poets.

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