Even For Winter

Strength and sadness and anger in Rajani Radhakrishnan‘s words.

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they sat there in the evening light, cups of tea
and hot bhajiyas on the plastic table, people calling
out from the street as they passed, asking about their
children, their mothers, even as their wives waited
in their kitchens and bedrooms, they sat there and
thought about a pink cheeked girl, how they could
steal her, keep her, break her, destroy her, and they
smiled at the people passing and asked for more tea
and took calls from uncles and brothers and the birds
sang as they came back to their nests and they talked
of a child and how they would kidnap her and sedate
her and who would rape her and who would kill her
even as their wives waited in their kitchens and
bedrooms and their mothers prayed in temples so
their sons would live longer and they asked for more
tea and smoked cigarettes till…

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8 thoughts on “Even For Winter

    1. It is such a strong poem — so measured in its anger. And you reveal the duplicity of the men so well in the continued references to their wives. Just excellent. And I’m sorry. Usually I’m good about asking permission to reblog, but I had only a few minutes to make it happen, and quickly put it up. I still have to go back in with tags. Glad you thought it was OK that I did it.

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