Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 12. Muddy Hands

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  12. Muddy Hands With the music of washed vessels. She wakes up the house. When the early cockcrows Piercing through thick darkness She lights the hut Feeds the children grains of rice. She arrives in the fields, porridge-vessel in hand The landlord welcomes her with abuses. As she […]

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