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Translated by Dileep V. Chavan
I have chosen
neither this world
nor this body
I have not even chosen
my face
smashed in a genocide
When did I choose
my mercilessly destroyed language?
A complete sentence with
intense utterances
hidden behind my lips?
When did I choose
the raping of my body
and the eternal pain
of the morass of abortion?
When did I choose
this eternal
blood-splattered road?
This body
which has suffered innumerable strokes
is stitched of thousands of pieces
which tear apart the present
carding the beaten cotton
of dreams
I have neither chosen
this world
nor this body
Yet, I wish to make life beautiful
and in all humility
I will flaunt them instead of mangalsutra1
on my breast
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