by Shailendra Chauhan
It’s day-break
It’s hotter under the sun
A woman with a bundle of
sticks on her head
is proceeding towards the town
Along side fields
The imprints come up
of her barefooted walk
with a confidence
that tomorrow’s bread
is in her reach
Bread that’s bread only
and nothing else
No sensation, no frustration, no expiration
All assimilated in the bread
When there will be bid for sticks
Maybe people bid for
that woman also
She won’t understand anything
Her total consciousness
revolves around sticks
Whatever else happening beyond
she cares a damn
Attached with every piece of stick
her imagination
has become a complete resolution
like a bundle
Last updated June 14, 2013