A Woman Poem by Anaswara Divakaran

A Woman stood in the middle of a muddy road,
With her drooping shoulders, ragged clothes swinging in the monsoon wind.

Her chappal-less feet had cracks, through which her blood strained to peek at the world.

Two dry-branched legs struggled to move forward and suddenly an Audi car knocked the whole tree.

On an empty muddy road, a woman lay dead. Ants marched, flies and maggots had their fill. Soon to dust the tree transformed.