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Workshop # 11
Weeping
 Shackles upon
my hands and feet…
chained to you.
As if I am an animal – a savage beast.
Binding me as though
I would ravage your houses at night.
Yet you keep me
for my sensuality and your pleasure.
You shower me with false words of love,
and true barbaric sounds of lust.
Who is really the untamed rogue?
Weeping. Crying. Sobbing.
The tears cannot begin to console me.
What has become of me?
Once exotic and new, respected and cherished.
Now old and mundane,
Forgotten.
I may be sad, but I am not shattered.
You have not won.
My titles and clothes are ripped from me,
But you did not conquer me.
My spirit is strong and true.
For that is unbreakable,
And the embodiment of what is unquestionably me.
– Sushma
Raman
April 21, 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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