Stale newspapers,
Dysfunctional taps,
Chipped vases,
Broken bed.
Rusted railing,
Croaky fans,
Blinking bulbs,
Cracked food pan.
And amongst it all,
She-
the only
functional utility.
Till-in -action,
In the groove,
Till she greases
and reproduced.
Till she complies,
unless she thinks,
Until is functional,
Till metal mints.
*
Once she ceases
To be it all.
A wasted commodity
what a downfall!
*
A rusted nut,
A crumbling cookie,
She is a waste
with no utility!
*
Dispose please
With the rest…
That’s her fate
that’s how it works!
*
Stale newspapers,
Dysfunctional taps,
Chipped vases,
Broken bed.
Rusted railing,
Croaky fans,
Blinking bulbs,
Cracked food pan.
And amongst it all,
She-
with an expiry date,
stamped over all!
Gee 
Its feminist, poignant, not always true, still its beautiful, the scorn is valid and clear.
I am part of it, so feel sorry about myself 😦
Great Gayatri. Keep it up, keep writing.
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Hey Saurabh, Its good to have you back on my blog.
Yes,this train of thought is an observation of apathy shown towards women in India . I didnt want to put any explaination to it ,so it remains a train of thoughts,unanswered ,unattended….. .
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Was this train of thought fueled by some event or was it written for the sake of verse? The poem is like a part of a bigger picture, complete onto itself but with jagged edges waiting to link with the parts it belonged to. If only, you’d put a paragraph explaining the thought process behind this work, it would make the work complete. Good to see you write something dark.
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