Raped and paraded

Raped and paraded

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A body is formed in mother's womb,

She is not the only source, so far I knew,

Adding father and God too looks few,

How can I forget all those ancestors in the tomb,

Now my body is young attractive to all,

My mother's delivery pain forgotten by all,

My late night out cry, and my fall and crull,

Did you realised my claimed mountains ever and atall,

Now I have mole on my cheeks and lips much you loved,

You never new, pains and wounds, crulling and walking I have beared,

You never cared me growing adult from young,

Enjoyed my forests and mountains, mines and lands, rivers and oceans in hands and tongue,

You think it's a women's cry, why to  bother,

It's none, me, mother India's blood, brutally safron.

Dwit David Philip

Bhawanipatna, Kalahandi Odisha

www.pensofdavid.com