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Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 126

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee


An apple isn’t a mere fruit,

it also provides knowledge-

where the pleasure is,

where the next generation is.

Unlike Adam, today every man is born with an apple-

knows the meaning of commodity.

At the time of pleasure all women utter: ‘Slow’.

The concept of next generation enslaves them,

forbids them to contribute to the life’s flow.

Women utter: ‘No more’, none listens,

her own body dries up to provide nourishment each time.

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As long as women utter these two words,

rape will rule like an evil empire all over-

in houses, in streets, in jungles, in brothels...

When they will utter: ‘I’m your friend’

the concept of commodity will die,

rape will perish.

If their voices are disobeyed,

they will set ablaze the apple trees-

a male won’t be born with an apple,

the law won’t eat an apple.


femi from Nigeria on November 14, 2020:


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