Volume 4 Issue 2, June 2020
Special Issue for Indian Poetry
there was a slave maiden made
of silicon hard wired flesh
she was walking down the forest
naked, jiggling her ornaments
her brown face pale as the freezing flower
dipped into a container of liquid nitrogen
to her hands, a shackle was tied of iron-
it was cutting her wrist meat
all the soldiers stared at her breasts,
her butt depending on their position
her kingdom had fallen in the war
she never started but was traded for
maybe that’s what destinies of woman
has been in the history of lords
Where have been the free birds singing
Where have been the gold bells ringing
When the country was colonized to suffer
Where have been the white doves singing?
If my home was snatched, and woman sold
Why should I be silent, not be singing?
There were battalions of men firing at my people
And they want me to surrender my singing
I am not coward that I will give up on my ideology
Kill me if you want to, I will always be singing
Sayings of a Capitalist
The capitalist said
He ignored the payment part.
He wanted us
To make him money
But never asked about us.
We worked and worked
When he rested under the AC.
Flushed for pennies
To gift him a million dollar life.
Yet when time comes
He insults us
Like we have no dignity of labor.
You are autumn
I was a leaf
With our marriage
Fell to die.
It was made to look like
About the poet
Sutputra Radheye is a poet and commentator who delve into the themes affecting the socio-eco-political scenario. His works have been published in prestigious platforms like Frontier, Countercurrents, Janata Weekly, Culture Matters (UK), Livewire (Wire), Sunflower Collective, Eleventh Column' and many more throughout the years.