Previously published in Burning Word
Sharmila is so naïve
She can’t pick between prudence
and courage
She flogs dead horses
She allows herself to be found
traipsing through the tulips
She’s a slow unlearner
She loves her unteacher
She wants 364 unbirthdays
What she resists persists
She depotentiates herself, silly
goose,
Until her soul screams,”STOP”
~ Sonali
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| "Indian lady in red sari" watercolor © Rajdev |
