Is eternity enough to mend the harm done?
Dedicated to all the women sugarcane cutters in Maharashtra, who undergo a hysterectomy to avoid monthly period pain.
'Of a public that remembers.'
A poem on the life of a young girl – a flower handler – who doesn’t know what it's like to go to school.
A poem on the deep pain we feel about our inability to help women who face sexual assaults.
'What my forte is, who’s supposed to tell?'
'There is surely a lot of noise to declare with din and clamour Hindi as the queen of languages, but hardly any endeavour to rescue it from ravages.'