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Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 21. Bruised Childhood

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  21. Bruised Childhood Whenever I read of a pleasing pretty childhood Complete with teeny-weeny fluffy frocks Chubby cheeks My childhood ― A book of tables bereft of pages and Pressed down in an old trunk box ― Stretches out its leafy hands to be turned into poetry. If […]

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Bruised, but not Broken (poems) – 20. The Filthy

Bruised, but not Broken (poems) -Challapalli Swarooparani  20. The Filthy My mother is an ogre She neither bathed me fondly Nor cajolingly fed me Neither stitched me a silk skirt Nor braided flowers in my hair. My mother Sun-burned, soot-faced With hands Eroded in the cleaning. When other mothers stealthily Gave their children pocket-money, For […]

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