No. 11 of 27 poems for International Women’s Day

 Fire

There was

a blaze

a lion

a fire

a ripping through our building

a stench

a smog

a polyester burning

a roaring

a following

a chasing in the corridors

and we were  screaming

We are the women

Let us out

A banging on fire doors

a thumping on concrete walls

window glass smashing

Help we are the women machinists

We are mothers and daughters

We are the wives and the ancestors

The carriers and the producers

The cotton- threading

knuckle –aching

top of neck hurting

whiplashed by men

whirring

sewing -machine carrying

women unionised rupee donating

tiffin bringing

aluminium shining

white teeth grinning

hands supplicating

your women

and we wanted saving

We were just workers

Women

Working

Mothers

Daughters

Wives

Workers

Sisters

Women

Torched

 

 

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