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Mallika Sengupta
Insignia of Blood
Man, I've never raised my arms against youSlitting the hair-parting the day you drew the insignia of blood
I felt pain, I didn't tell you
On dry soil no rose blooms, no peacock dances
Yet digging the sandy terrain we drew water
With son on the lap have watched glow-worms, pointed out Orion.
We know earth is woman, the sky primal man
Then why have you chained my arms?
Why didn't you let me see the sun for a thousand years?
Don't insult the earth that holds you
Man, I've never raised my arms against you.
© Translation: 2000, Sanjukta Dasgupta
From: Kavya Bharati
From: Kavya Bharati
INSIGNIA OF BLOOD
© 1994, Mallika Sengupta
From: Stri Linga Nirman
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
From: Stri Linga Nirman
Publisher: Ananda Publishers, Kolkata
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Insignia of Blood
Man, I've never raised my arms against youSlitting the hair-parting the day you drew the insignia of blood
I felt pain, I didn't tell you
On dry soil no rose blooms, no peacock dances
Yet digging the sandy terrain we drew water
With son on the lap have watched glow-worms, pointed out Orion.
We know earth is woman, the sky primal man
Then why have you chained my arms?
Why didn't you let me see the sun for a thousand years?
Don't insult the earth that holds you
Man, I've never raised my arms against you.
© 2000, Sanjukta Dasgupta
From: Kavya Bharati
From: Kavya Bharati
Insignia of Blood
Man, I've never raised my arms against youSlitting the hair-parting the day you drew the insignia of blood
I felt pain, I didn't tell you
On dry soil no rose blooms, no peacock dances
Yet digging the sandy terrain we drew water
With son on the lap have watched glow-worms, pointed out Orion.
We know earth is woman, the sky primal man
Then why have you chained my arms?
Why didn't you let me see the sun for a thousand years?
Don't insult the earth that holds you
Man, I've never raised my arms against you.
© 2000, Sanjukta Dasgupta
From: Kavya Bharati
From: Kavya Bharati
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