Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 31. The Rejected
Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani 31. The Rejected I’m the unlucky destitute Who lost her mother in the labour room A Rohingya Muslim, A rejected human being Carrying my burden of engulfing gloom On my head Wandering places. A faceless man without even A shameful piece of place To sit, stand, place both […]
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