Here’s an intense, enigmatic poem, by Kabir, that deals with the cruelty of the society, for Different Truths.
The hell replenishes itself
Pleased by her evil desires as mirage
An unborn child kicks her mother
While she smiles with that tremor
From this pen, I write a poem
Not about the smile she just gave
But on the cries that her child would feel
Right beside her, a planet would rotate
While a paper decides its name
Scissors start ripping off the skin
Like an alien attacked planet opens her chest
Pain and effort pushes her push to the last gear
Don’t come out, I pen on this paper
No matter whatever gender you step
The hell of this womb would grind you
You would fight with the remaining children
Who stepped into the same life you got
The kicks meant to hit the womb
Being an unborn child
You hit your own cousins, yet you deny
Look at them, and their mighty hand
With a big, unassembled head
Former meant to break children like you
While the latter a thrown away commodity
This is the hell where you desire, your desires
But it bathes you with its own desires.
©Kabir Deb
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Kabir Deb was born in Haflong and completed my schooling from Kendriya Vidyalaya, Karimganj. After that completed his Graduation and Masters from Assam University, Assam. Poetry has been his passion and a hobby from his childhood. He wants change the society with the power of poetry. He believes that society can destroy the most destructive force in the society and create a better tomorrow.
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