Divya Rajan's new poem "They Must've Known My Grandparents" is now published in Ultra Violet: A Site for Indian Feminists. Read the poem here.Divya Rajan's poetry has been published in issue #8 of Cha.
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22 hours ago
This poem has some lovely writing...congratulations on being published...I especially liked these lines:
ReplyDeleteThe smell of unsmoked bidi leaves
caressed by nimble fingers of women, young
and old, in factories overloaded with
women, for they’re cheaper, more reliable
and don’t drink. All they do, is work
and smile and save money for their
daughters’ and sisters’ weddings to be
held under thatched, nameless roofs
with indistinct tharavad flavors. Their
smiles burst out, like pomegranates when
cut open.
Thanks Bob! So glad you think so...:)
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