Autumn walks slowly in sync with my mother, not taking their time
last night a group of boys sped by spinning into her legs, the leaves left clinging to their time.
I looked at my anger like a crimson clock ticking away, till there is nothing to tick away,
This cycle has hidden blades inside it’s tires, penetrating our affair through their time
Winter cries tonight, the Dal cracks open as it listens to Kunan Poshpora’s howl for mercy
Girls on streets repeating synonyms of consent, in courts all Cinderella’s review their time.
The newspaper shivers, soaked in rape cases ; Leda and Persephone wait at receptions,
for doctors to deem abortions unholy, the eyes of police misconstrue their time.
I hurl basketballs in the land of Krishnas, my throw parallel with their prowess over my skin
Radha it’s time for you to ask back for your clothes and break through their time.
(Radha-Vrinda)
Although the ghazal in itself is beautiful, but it is not sticking to the rules. The two lines of the couplet need to have the same number of syllables, which the second and third couplet do not stick up to.
ReplyDeleteYou could perhaps rephrase them a bit.
Thanks Pratiksha, I will do that!
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