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The Moon is My Locker Room – A Poem from Bengal

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The Moon is My Locker Room – A Poem from Bengal
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Debarati Sen

Debarati-Sen-Bengal-Sindh CourierWorking in Presidency University Kolkata as a Junior Assistant, Debarati Sen’s debut poetry book ‘Blurred Musings’ has recently been published. Recipient of the Tagore Award 2022 and the Sylvia Plath Women’s Literary Award, Debarati finds emancipation in her poetry! She has also been the winner of the International Poetry Writing competition held by the Elite Book Awards in November 2021. She has also grabbed the third position in the National Poetry Writing Month 2022 contest hosted by the Elite Book Awards. She features in the Council Year Book launched on the occasion of Women’s Day 2022 by Literoma in association with the Public Safety and Security Council of Bengal. She is one among the top ten poets of the Women’s Day poetry contest organized by Delhi Poetry Slam. She has co-authored more than 15 anthologies and is recently compiling her first anthology as a compiler with the Quill House Publishers. Her poems have found shelter in prestigious websites like The Antonym, The Yugen Quest Review, The Kolkata Arts, Lapis Lazuli, The Das Literarisch, Synchronized Chaos and Sindh Courier to name a few.

The moon is my locker room

The moon is my locker room,

Where I have kept my dreams safe.

Safe, from the clutches of the stygian night

That growls at my desires every day!

The day my dreams were sabotaged,

The moon fell to the ground.

Wounded and bleeding.

I sewed its wounds with my poems.

Poems on desires and longing.

That night the moon slept beside me

And we shared our dreams and longings for hours.

In the morning she left with a heavy heart.

Her wounds were treated

But her heart kept bleeding.

In her tears, I could see her unfulfilled desires

And complaints against the world

That taunted her for the patches on her body.

Little did they understand that these little imperfections make one perfect!

In her waning, I found my reflection.

The next night she was up in the sky’s bosom again.

Ready to subdue the world in her silver hue.

From the moon, I took a lesson;

To keep shining even on our darkest days.

To rest for a while and return with renewed vigour.

For every cloud has a silver lining!

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