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Shimul
They bloom every spring red, flamboyant and unabashedly bold they swarm roads, lanes, and highways setting them aflame in the color of blood. They bled right here, beneath this tree women girls infants unborn their blood siphoned up by hungry roots as earth gave those let down by family society country a resting place a home. We don't become stars after we die-- like Sita, we are rooted by blood to earth so we become the shimul red, flamboyant and unabashedly bold.
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Photo credit of Shimul by poet.
Rita Bhattacharjee is a communications consultant who has managed corporate and internal communications for companies across diverse industries, including non-profits. She is the co-founder of Mission Arogya and Arogya HomeCare and has recently relocated from the US to India to channel her skills towards social entrepreneurship. She also writes poetry, some of which has been have been included in anthologies and published in journals including The Copperfield Review, Contemporary Literary Review, Camel Saloon, Café Dissensus, About Place Journal, and Kitaab.
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