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Dr. Reshma Ramesh, INDIA

*SWACHH BHARAT -- EQUALITY FOR ALL

My mother
She birthed my sister and me
All brown skin, white bones
Brown bowels and red uterus
We are just like her in every way
Every cell, every nail, every scar.
We follow her around
Around the house cleaning, in the kitchen blowing
Hot air into the charcoal, to the yard to smear cow dung,
To the river to wash the clothes, to pick fire wood,
As we trail behind her she lets us do anything we want
Draw sun and clouds with charcoal,
Catch butterflies with our tongues, play hopscotch, run and swim
She tells us we can do anything, anything in the world, almost
But,
We have to wait until dark, until the birds have disappeared,
The dogs bark in the distance, the frogs come out to croak,
All the neighborhood boys have gone home to their fathers
Until there is stillness in the fields, we must wait to empty our bowels
To empty our bowels in the open, in the darkness, in the pouring rain
Empty out our shame, the sweat on our buttocks and the stink of our piss
The darkness hides.
My little sister squats beside me humming a song that makes
Me forget that grasses have eyes too, the sounds of approaching men
With their smell of hungry sweat
Makes me forget the fear in my mother’s eyes.
Later the three of us huddle in our bed and our mother like everyday
Promises that soon, soon enough with all the money she saved
She will build us a room, a toilet where we can clean ourselves whenever we want
But until then, tomorrow and the day after we need to hold our intestines
Tight and sing the song of freedom.

(*Swatch Bharat = Clean India – a vigorous campaign initiated by the Government of India to ensure a clean India with basic amenities available to all. It is a sad reality that in many villages in interior India, women still have to wait until dark to relieve themselves behind bushes, at secluded spots etc., as their ramshackle abodes don’t have toilets and men freely indulge in public defecation. This poem is a take on this sad reality)

 

WOMAN

To be or not to be
To be a woman,
To love, grow, break, see,
To not see, be a mother,
To tear, to be consumed,
To stay still and reflect, dance, create,
To borrow from a river,
To unlearn, to begin, to end.
I could be a narcist, a square,
A rolled umbrella or a moan but
Definitely unapologetic.
To gently touch every window
Draw curtains and let God in
Into vast land of corners
To be or not to be
A prayer, a pilgrim, a petal
I could be the lap of summer
Or a conceived winter, a lost human heart
To be a woman
To create a violet’s sigh
To be the ribs where the infinite sky ends
 To be a woman


IF YOU WERE LIKE ME

If you were like me
You would know that
A name is a place that you used to visit long back,
A place where there are no farewells only shadows of fables,
Where a river would flow around us in stillness and listen
To the gentle beat of your heart.

You would know that
A name is a certain night where a sea is drawn from a window,
A night where you would fill my wounds with your poems,
And the wind is made of clay.

If you were like me
You would know that
Some things remain with us and some things float away
And you would fold a river into my palms
So that when you leave, they would
Recall your fading footsteps.


Dr. Reshma Ramesh is a bilingual poet writing in English and Kannada. Her poetry book ‘Reflection of Illusions’ has been presented in the International Read and Share Conference attended by Asian Countries in Malaysia in April 2017 and PULARA 2017.  She has presented her poems in the International Olympos Culture and Literature Festival Antalya, 2018 UNESCO Istanbul Festival, India World Poetree Festival 2017 Hyderabad, 37th World Congress of Poets 2017 Mongolia and PULARA 7 (2016) and 9 (2018) International Poetry and Folk Song Festival in Pangkor Island, Ipoh respectively in Malaysia. Her poems have been presented in World Poetry Radio Show in Vancouver April 2017 and BAU Radio Bahcesehir University, Istanbul, Akdeniz University Antalya. She has the unique honor of her poem being displayed permanently in the ruins of Ancient City of Olympos, Antalya, Turkey. She is the recipient of Savitribai Phule National Women Achievers Award-2018. She practices Dental Surgery in Bangalore, India.


Poetry by Reshma Ramesh

Reshma Ramesh

Another lost filling

I have this pain everywhere
But it seems to come from my molar
When I clench it real tight
Like I do when I read about rape
Or a child being molested,
I feel silly complaining about a tooth ache
When there is so much going on
In other’s lives like poverty, divorce and death
Do they complain too about appendix, joints
And failing cardiovascular system?
‘’Pain’’ my dentist says’’ is a state of mind’’
Dismissing it, ‘’there is nothing wrong with your molar.’’
On the way home, I see a bunch of boys
Throwing stones at a yelping dog
My molar throbs.
I slip my hands in my pocket and
Clench them instead
Running all the way home
To look for the lost filling.


Good Bye

A window empties itself steadily onto her
Misting breath holding on to syllables
Of the evening.
We part like this, always hoping to remember
How the horizon looked, to remember
The smell of departure, Snap of a bone,
All things that resemble the pleats of her skirt
And her crimson cheeks as she walks away.
This time I know it is forever, the city has made
Room for all the good byes, flickering lights
Showing me the way back home without her
Where an empty book waits filled with clots
Pregnant with poems.

War

My grandfather fought this war for many years
He did because he did not know what was better
To die from a bullet shot or broken pride
So I guess he chose the bullet, not brave I must say
He did not know anything about the enemy other
Than that they were torn (just like him)
and they didn’t like spice (unlike him)
Between the bombs and smoke he and his enemy
Shared a map of absence and heartbroken wives
A house surrounded by torn hills and gravity
To which they never returned.
My grandfather now lies with his toes facing the sky
Counting stars and broken pieces of bones
Listening to the songs of Kodagu
In a land which we call our own

Reshma Ramesh

Poet’s Brief Profile: Dr. Reshma Ramesh’s maiden collection of poems ‘Reflection of Illusions’ has been published by the acclaimed publisher ‘Writer’s Workshop’, Kolkata by Mr. Purshotham Lal which has been presented in the International Read and Share Conference attended by Asian Countries in Malaysia in April 2017.  She participated in PULARA7 International Poetry and Folk Song Festival in Pangkor Island Malaysia, presented her poem for Handloom Movement, Swachh Bharat campaign, Flamingo Poetry Festival, etc. Her poetry has appeared in Enchanting Verses Literary Review January 2009, International Multilingual Poetry Anthology Amaravati Poetic Prism-2016, WWW- International Multilingual Poetry Anthology of Women Poets, Chennai Poetry Circle’s Efflorescence, Resurrection a bilingual magazine of West Bengal, the Journal of Literature and Esthetics Kollam, Kerala, The Wagon magazine Chennai. She has been a guest lecture at the Narayana Engineering College Nellore for poetry and creative writing.
Her Poem has been presented in World Poetry Radio Show in Vancouver April 2017. She is also a
distinction holder in BFA Photography from KSOU. She practices Dental surgery in Bangalore, India.