Sari

Sari

On her wedding night the little girl

got fifty one saris

fiftyyyy one saris as her gift,

on the " ashtomangola "

( eighth day after )

she received six more..

So many , So many

she never saw so many saris

in her whole life.

On the top shelf of her cupboard

she kept all the sea green ones,

she embraced one and

said, " you are my deep blue sky"

On the second shelf

she kept all the Rosy ones,

she embraced one of them and said,

" You are my Passion"

For the whole year she just received

more....and more...and more

How is she going to wear all

these saris in one life time ?

But before the year passed

one evening the little girl went out

with her husband to buy

Chinese and chili chicken.

Three masked men stood on their way,

Thrust a twelve inch blade on the

husbands belly,

Upward , downward upward again,

smoking chinese kissed the pavement.

" This is Politics " The neighbours proclaimed.

On the wedding night

the little girl got fiftyyyyyone saris

six more on " Ashtomangola"

One day ,on one cruel mid afternoon

the girl threw her all the saris from

second floor balcony down on the

all tolarent earth ( ? )

The mother in law

dressed the little girl with a white

border less rough sari.

A nineteen year old girl

all alone.

But that meagre sari too was

snatched away from her one evening

near the corner shop by three youngsters,

One naked little widow

screamed , Save me, Save me....

Laughter followed her wherever she went,

Neighbours passive,

On her wedding night

a little girl got fifty one saris

on ashtomangola six more.

Recreated from Poet Subodh Sarkar.

( Ashtomongola... A married newly wed girl returns to

her father's House for a visit after eightdays just to

say " everything" to her mother ")