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Workshop # 11
The
Body is Clothe
She has heard
The body is clothe
Where there is no question of not liking
She has learnt
The body is clothe
Which, washing and cleaning
Changing, she goes on wearing
She has fancied
The body is clothe
Which is stained every passing day
And stiffened, as if starched
One cut
can split the body
and reach the soul
like a cancer cell
She has felt
The body is not clothe
It is the fragrance of life
She has relished every minute
From between her eyebrows
To her very feet
Where the chains are.
– Rati Saxena
April 3, 2002
Workshop # 11
Poetry
A Moment Withheld by Mahesh Jambunathan
An Unbearable Sight by Meenakshi Madhur
Conqueror by Christine M. McCabe
Earth's Cry by Nayan S. Mijar
Enigma of Grace by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD
Face Value by Hillol Ray
From Womb To Tomb by Hillol Ray
He Stole Her by Priya S
I Feel Ashamed by Manish Hatwalne
Look Inside by Bijal Dwivedi
Oh My Beautiful Lady by Seema Banerjee
Pause by Anton Piskac
Satisfying Silence by Hillol Ray
Second Thoughts by Hillol Ray
Shame by Pavalamani Pragasam
She – The Indian Woman by Priya S
Simple Questions by Seema Banerjee
The Body is Clothe by Rati Saxena
The Dark Beauty in Chains by AJ Rao
The Grace of a Woman by Sonya Fuertes
True Colors by Seema Banerjee
Veiled Elegance by Neria Harish Hebbar, MD
Weeping by Sushma Raman
What Do You See by Maria Reed-Shore
Who Am I? by Seema Banerjee
You Wait by Jaideep Mujumdar
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