A dot of blood
(To women-IV)
A wooden door with a nasty nail
hiding at the darker side.
A little prick, a dot on her skin
a red tattoo, tiny one.
She puts the finger and blood in mouth;
the taste of salt is so good.
For a moment her eyeball alters shape
to something like a quarter moon.
“Trisha, where is my sweet little bud?”
mother is calling, disturbed;
her absence is always frightening.
Of course she can’t give answer.
She can not utter a word now-a-days,
after that evil incident.
The girl runs to her mother, jovial
in this shelter a cute thing.
With petals torn at the beginning…
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 58
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I could conjure many images up in my mind reading your poem - particularly the opening lines.
Vinay
t. b. must have had a bad day yesterday.
I suspect we all agree with Linda T. Well written, Kushal.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Each time I find your talent growing...
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Blessings and best wishes - S.
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