I met a good number
Men with vague names
Of the alphabetical order
Forwards and backwards
Every category of age
Aptitude, intellect, profession,
Lacking in shame, guilt,
Self-respect, balance of mind,
Skilled in fishing my pond
Their worms the bait.
I heard another woman,
Not a prostitute say,
She too was a fishery
For father, brother, husband,
Father-in-law, son, brother-in-law,
Family doctor, daughter’s counselor,
House owner, the man next door,
And the parish priest.
I think this poem met its goal. Seven people I knew expressed dislike but in an intellectual way. All seven were men who were otherwise impartial in their views. Women who read this poem had an expression of contentment. This was published in the anthology “In Celebration”.
ANUSHA.U.R.
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15 yrs
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Amazing style and Unbelievable writing for a fifteen year old! You have a computer chip where I have a brain.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It 's more a chipped away brain than a chip :)
ReplyDeleteA socialite view about prostitute.At the age of 15 years how you started thinking like this?
ReplyDeleteYou are not an ordinary girl at that age.
Sir thank you.The paradox of the marginalized always was an area of interest to me. This poem was refused publication in the school magazine.
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