Nanima at the village well and 2 other poems
Nanimas quiet strength, an anchor of Memory, defies castes generational violence, asserting…
Read more →A child's stolen youth, bent to brutal salt labor, questioning a mother's fateful, harsh choice.
Ignorant Agariyo
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo
He makes me dig the salt well ,
He makes me build the salt pan
He bids me work day and night
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo
He smokes ganja and drinks alcohol
Drinks English all the time
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo
He makes me lift loads
He makes me pull down loads
He makes me pull down the saltpan bank
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo
He makes me count the canals
He makes me build the steps into the well
He makes me build the banks
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo
He breaks the pot of water
And flings down his turban
He drinks all day long
My mother, why did you
give me away to the agariyo