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Arti Chopra

Rookie (16 Nov 1953 / Jammu)

THE BEGGARWOMAN


Hands outstretched
Head bowed
She stood
Among the flood of vehicles
At the crossing
She stood,
Shrivelled baby
Perched at her hip
In the blazing sun
Eyes entreating
Hands pleading
The baby kept crying
And I kept dying
More and more
Inside.

Submitted: Friday, August 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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  • Rookie Mohabeer Beeharry (8/25/2013 3:13:00 PM)

    I do not blame you for being so affected.
    But this is crude reality.
    An etch on our conscience

    It a lovely writing. Lots of feeling, pent up.
    Well done.

    Mohabeer Beeharry (Report) Reply

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