"(There are) many stories which are not on paper, they are written in the bodies and minds of women."
By Amrita Pritam
Unweave these threads across my face
They are bondages that muffles my voice
My word has weight, my name has grace
What you see with nary a shadow or trace
Of question, interest or life, is a mirage
Unweave these threads across my face
You'll hear my sad songs welling from vase
Broken a long time ago, a bleak montage
My word has weight, my name has grace
I recall them, underneath this shame of lace
Over my thin shoulders cowed low
Unweave these threads across my face
That you will see me truly, in a place
Worthy & joyful. I'll let the words steep, stir-
My word has weight, my name has grace
Out of my belly & bosom, into your palms
To hold my face, bare, sun-warmed
Unweave these threads across my face
My words have weight, my name has grace
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics: Women are people: invoking Amrita Pritam with guest host, Punam Sharma. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
