
Invoking the 'Devi' in us By Amrita Lahiri Bhattacharya
In the dark alleys of the infamous street, A litany of embellishments adorned her delicate feet, Selling her body was the only option, While selling her dreams rusted, dust settled on the corner of her eyes. The diamond, stars and moonlight beams rested on her feet, But there were men of different strata, Visiting the threshold of her squalid room, Satiating their carnal desires. Under her sepulchral eyes, Lies the flickering hopes to be owned by the trespassers. Smearing the