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Pebbles in her Purity

A gender-sensitive poem, by Suchismita, that tells us about the perils that a girl faces and attitude of the cruel society, exclusively for Different Truths.

Amidst all the vicious layers of calamity,
She walks with a fearful heart yet with pride,
The lusty eyes fall upon the shrinking face,
To lick and wrap all the delicious taste of her aura.

Heart-wrenchingly horrendous it looks
When the human-like predators chase her
And make her fumble and tremble.
Her ‘pearl like sweat drops’ fall uncontrollably
When she runs and incessantly gasps.

Beauty never gets a chance to bloom in this world,
When the demons gobble the bud of a flower,
Their warm fantasy found its heinous purpose
To choke her up and throttle her vagina.

‘Purity is gone’, the society shrieks and whines
And her entire life turned into a nasty trash
Scarring her with several cuts and poisons.
And there lingers a voice which says,
“This country is a pious shrine until the sun sets.”

Visual by Different Truths

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Suchismita Ghoshal
Suchismita Ghoshal from West Bengal, India is a professional writer, poet, published author, storyteller, content writer, book critic and columnist. She has co-authored for more than 140 anthologies, journals, magazines both from national and international arena. Her debut poetry book "Fields of Sonnet" has been launched in September 2019.
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