Her marred maang

Her marred maang short poem

Two flailing oiled chotis
slap me out of stupor.
The Goddess arches out
hinged at the pole,
her saucer hands clasped
below mine.

A hooting call answered
with crystal stare
from wide apart eyes
that grazes my shoulder,
wounding me. Incoherent slang
shot with a nasal twang.

A crisp line scarred
by ghosts of stitches drawn
on scalp with the edge of a comb
down, down the valley
of her marred maang.

The milkmaid, having borne
the consequences
of an agitated udder,
the warrior princess
sporting the memento
of unanticipated victory.

An ecstatic partner
with clammy palms, thrown
off a phugdi rotation,
Devdas marks Paro
with expressions of love
garnished with glass shards.

(This happened one morning as I shared the foot board of a Mumbai local train with a most astonishing girl, standing in front of me.)

maang = a line formed by parting of the hair on two sides
chotis = braids
phugdi = a game played by two people by holding each others’ hands and rotating around each other

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Dramatic and Dark, vivid and stark, your poetry is a study in contrast and such a pleasure to read and review @Pooja_Ugrani !

Reyvrex Questor Reyes

This has a delightfully new color to me, as seen from the eyes of a native to the surroundings, and speaking the language. Differently delightful.


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