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The Girl Fighting With the Bloody Points
by Rati Saxena
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  You have drawn up your legs
Saving them from the bloody points
Moving backward as much as to reach the heart
No bloody points can dig you up and make you flow
You keep on hitting your head against the wall
You were floating your head in the womb water
You were crying into the ears of your mother
You wanted to see the earth sinking in the sun
You wanted to warm up the heat of the moonlight fire
You wanted to cry and laugh
You wanted to inhale every smell
Bloody points are searching for you
You wanted to swallow the darkness
You moved back again, hitting the boundaries
The surgeon’s hellish probe was pulling you
Your feet were cut, you cried in pain,
They were removed piece by piece
You wanted to measure the earth?
These the thighs, this the stomach,
This the small heart
Till the time it reached the heart
Your sob had slept
Your body was cut piecemeal
While your mother was unconscious
Under the cloud of medicine.
And the rules of the society
Perhaps she knows it is better to die once
Than to undergo so many deaths later
Without understanding that
the decision should be yours
Don’t die defeated, my child,
Blossom in the womb again and again
Fighting against the bloody points
And enter the earth.

April 07 ,2002
More by :  Rati Saxena
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