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

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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