You can have him, Mom!


Mom and Dad

Sunlight caught the air nude,

Unravelled blemishes in it,

Dust and exhaust beamed in dots,

The night’s gone for good,

Pages of Sin turned over,

There was nothing that I would want to remember,

Except that dad was relaxed and satisfied,

Though I know mom must have been robbed of sleep,

Rolling restless, deprived and hungry, till late she must have cried,

Tells me that frown of strain amidst her closed eyes,

I hate to see her crave in despair,

I hate being her glossy alternative at home,

I hate to distract her man’s desire,

My time’s up , I’m well aware,

Mom, when you contaminate my food today,

Add a dash of poison,

I will grow grey, sick and dull, then quietly pass away,

An ailing end is what father would see and know,

Erase your man’s option mom, you know he loves it more,

Just keep my dad in spirits,

Light his flickering fire, now shall be starved of my youth,

Don’t have me sick and moan beside,

For pangs of your man’s lust slash me all the time,

Be there for each other in every clime,

Have me in your cherished frames from the past,

Let me sink into that big sleep divine…


(Voice of a Bangladeshi 15 year old girl, Orola, victim of a three-way marital arrangement.

Her father started sleeping with her by the time she was 15 for he preferred her over her mother. This is a fact that rendered her mother hurt and deprived to an extent that she started mixing wild herbs in her food to spoil her health for a few days, only for her chance to sleep with her husband, her love.

Inspired from the marieclaire article, “My Mom And I Share The Same Husband



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Free Tibet


Shaved Holy, breathing effigies burn,

Up in flames they go,

One by one, they take turns,

Ignited figures dance away pain,

Melting hands catch a wildfire,

Blazing, up to the skies, they wave in vain,

Skins, flesh in flames, the horizon,

Dusk on the Kanchenjunga,

That Sunset behind those peaks,

Together, yell orange,

Smoldering monks cry cooked,

Bounce self-torched on the border,

Mountains on both sides absorb their screams,

They burn for their dream,

Their cause has abundant fodder,

For peace they perish,

To paradise on the toughest ride,

The Northern clime shall lament,

The Sun shall weep lame, helpless,

Like those baby-kissers,

It too, shall gaze hamstrung,

Chained till Dawn, behind bars of its rocky bed,

Shall echo their shrieks, that brown terrain,

For countries to lend their ears, to hear,

Free Tibet, Free Tibet, Free Tibet!!!


Ash on rocks remain,

Who cares?

The meekest wind blows them off the cliff,

Into oblivion, unnoticed they disappear…


Who cares?

Damn! That Joke! Free Tibet!!!


(Dedicated to the movement, ‘Free Tibet’ that has experienced the practice of self-immolation turning out to be one of its primary tools for raising up its voice of rebellion, wails for Independence.“

Tibet-is a plateau region in Asia, north-east of the Himalayas, in the People’s Republic of China, source:

For more, visit:

Free Tibet Campaign –

Self-Immolations by Tibetans-


My beloved Readers, you can also look up this track by the group Highlight Tribe, ‘Free Tibet’ , it gave me the very background to imagine Monks, burning, against the Tibetan peaks,



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