Three Poems by Chitrangada Lahiri, Kalpna Singh-Chitnis & Nivedita Rao
Beyond the Scars
by Chitrangada Lahiri
“You are so pretty.”
She smiled, eyes depicting another story….
Old facial scars, carefully concealed.
Slashes on her wrists, under full sleeves.
A broken nose, long mended.
Burn marks, underneath the dresses.
Reminder of every slap, punch and kick.
Added expletives, in her vocabulary.
Years of abuse, and things gory.
All the misery and every pain.
Endless humiliation, degradation and disdain.
Remembrance of a past awry and bleak.
Mind conjuring, forgotten images.
Unbearable violence, broken promises,
Heart bleeding, internal damages.
Conflicting emotions, dark blemishes .
Reminiscence of tears, cries and shriek.
“You are so pretty.” She smiled, mended soul portraying history.
ER
by Kalpna Singh-Chitnis
My case wasn’t serious,
so I waited in the lobby of the ER
for my turn to come.
The patients needed to have patience,
except those who showed severe symptoms
like fever, cough, nausea, and fits.
But I didn’t vomit. My temperature remained stable.
And I was able to hold the ground,
like a tree standing in a storm.
I did not show any cuts and bruises.
I did not bleed or collapse,
as some others did
and were rushed into rooms,
where the doctors were ready to diagnose
and treat them immediately.
I just had some internal injuries, no one knew.
I bled inside. I died in front of everyone,
without anyone noticing me.
A rough draft of an assault
by Nivedita Rao
Lack of sugar or salt
Lead to weekly assault
A kick here. A kick there.
The footprints of his thunder
Everynight, landed on her threshold
None could bear the sight it behold
*
He never picked up the plate
Dried. Smeared with remnants.
He would sit by the sofa, hold it
Like a trophy and wait
Questioning, a hard slap landed on the face;
Names were called: Shameless. A disgrace.
*
She ripped her blouse
And blamed him;
Pelted stones on his house
Her incendiary remarks
And a lifelong scar
were his commitment’s rewards
Chitrangada Lahiri, spent her early childhood reading novels and dabbling in poetry. The love for literature and passion for language paved the path towards her becoming a French teacher. She believes that poetry is the reflection of a poet’s soul and prose an amalgamation of the writer’s heart and mind. During her free time she pours her emotions on paper, as she writes whatever comes to her mind. And reading is a part of life, a novel and a poem, a daily ritual before bedtime without fail.
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Chitrangada Lahiri


