7:45 – no later than Dawn,
Aruna Rusted to the ground.
All that Matters,
the White and Gray,
were taken.
The Sweeper takes air with
Chain Links.
The Floor must know more.
The Tiles aren’t Talking.
Poor Girl is Brain Blinded.
The Sod is in hiding,
swept somewhere
under the streets –
where Poor Aruna
Forever Sleeps.
*Please share this post and give the deserved attention to the story of Aruna Shanbaug, who had much of her story hidden “under the instructions of the Dean of KEM, Dr. Deshpande, perhaps to prevent Shanbaug from being socially rejected or to avoid effects on her impending marriage.”(Wikipedia) Everyone should know her story!
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I like poetry that challenges. Thank you for this.
All the thanks belongs to you!! Thank you for reading!!
Very cool – heartbreaking story – it is hard to imagine such atrocities.
Thank you for liking “Seeking the Divine.” I understood the poem after I read about what happened to Aruna Shanbaug. What a tragedy! Life can sometimes be so cruel and unfair.