Fistful Of Sky

Fistful of Sky

Born on a stormy night in July was I
no one remembers the date
girl child–
poverty has a short memory.

My mother gave birth in by railroad tracks
her bloodied thighs washed by rain
my baptism–
a hollow promise of redemption.

She cut the umbilical cord herself
a new blade sterilised with cheap alcohol
freeing me–
shackling me to poverty, my twin.

A woman like no other am I—
I have dared to dream my fistful of sky.

At seventeen I was a woman
my full breasts belied hunger
surviving–
predator-eyes at every turn.

Love flew in like a canary
Ravenously, I pounced
escape–
was a dream about to come true.

Pretty glass bangles, my lover’s gift
sang in my kohl-lined eyes
jasmines–
met a happy death on the marital bed.

A woman like no other am I—
I have dared to dream my fistful of sky.

The daily local train explored as she was born
they said it was an auspicious day
scattered body parts–
smothered my daughter’s first cry.

Battered with pain and destiny
I held her in my arms
Lazarus woman–
faced with another chance at salvation.

She prances merrily to school
blue ribbons soar in her hair
Ananya–
her goddess gene germinates in anticipation.

A woman like no other am I—
I have dared to live my fistful of sky.

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Cover Photo: Vinita Agrawal

Rita Bhattacharjee

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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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