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Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 8. Morning Star

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  8. Morning Star Rising with the morning star Sweeping darkness away with a broom That girl draws patterns of brightness… As she washes dishes the sun rises from her beads of sweat. Amidst the chirping of birds. As she cleans everyone’s filth with her tender fingers That wonderful […]

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Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 7. Mankena Flower

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  7. Mankena Flower Caught in bramble and thorn I am a struggling palapitta** Whichever way I move The thorns prick me These are not thorns of today But shackles of slavery That have bound me for generations. Caught between the devil and the deep sea Danger hisses about […]

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Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 6. Untouchable Assault

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  6. Untouchable Assault This is ‘untouchable Sunitha’ speaking: From long ago ― Forgotten by you all In this country, just as there is ― untouchable hunger untouchable exploitation, untouchable suicides untouchable rape too exists. I swear by my love for Yogeswar Reddy That mine is certainly an Untouchable […]

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