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A Withering Rose.
Rosie.. Snuffed
out the lamp Every
night to quench the lust Of
men that the fire In
oven may burn every morn. To
pacify pangs of hunger In
stomach and the one Grown
big with no father’s Name
signed in dotted line, Waiting
to take over the bed To
fall vacant soon. Thrown
aside as a Ragged
doll,used And
abused by men, Continuous
cash Bruising
the body Into
rashes and trash As
the torn silk saree That
she wore alone Felt
her body for no fee.. In
the evening of her life Ebbing
away,the tears Drip
drop mingling With
the thoughts Of
Jesus who alone Saves
with love her soul As
all others with lust (inspired by a Tamil Poem by Vairamuthu)
T.S.Gopal
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