T3 || আমার উমা || বিশেষ সংখ্যায় Supatra Sen

The ‘Soul’ Dweller

Cloud complexioned and sturdy
The strength of twenty bulls
The courage of a lion
The mastery of several skills
Left her home
Amidst rolling hills
And waving paddy fields
To make a living
To thrive…

She wouldn’t leave
Without defeating poverty
And debts…
Not the child’s illness
Not the fear of disease
She worked…
And worked
Without rest
Or remorse
For triumph
Over threats… and evils

Drums rolled
‘Kaash’ bloomed
Clouds sailed the blue heavens
Autumn…

She sought return
The thought of
Meeting another
Like her
On the jouney
Homewards
Spurred her…

“One like me
Together we shall…
Fight and
Survive…
She’s my kind…
My tribe…”

An auspicious day
Victory of the good
Over evil

The hill born
Traced her path
Home
Only the ‘shiuli’
Left strewn
On the path
She had taken…