Mira / Rupleena Bose

She must have painted herself blue

Before she found her breath

Her song must have cursed her

Every time

Screamed it was not enough

To love him she must have erased herself

to submission

But that was the only way to remember

Just the way the sand castle wrote her name with him

Every single time

They forgot to think of her other days

She remained

Wrapped in dust till they said he saved her

She fought them from her grave

But the ground was dusty and brown

They stole her songs and sang it to him

Rupleena Bose teaches English Literature at University of Delhi. After she writes screenplays for fiction and nonfiction films. She also writes on cinema, music and food for The Hindu, Blink, Firstpost and others. She is currently working on her first novel. 

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