By Mini Babu
PRODUCTS OF WAR We walked to the other land, holding unseen baggages, lost in one country, to the unwarm edges of the other. We held the soil of memories, inadequate to nourish till homeland turns to a distant tear. Many of us were born on the move. Our women gave birth, picked themselves up, nurtured the children in their arms and walked on. There was no leisure for pain and labour. What place will those born during the move claim as their homeland? We are the products of war. You find us everywhere.
Mini Babu is working as Associate Professor of English with the Dept. of Collegiate Education,Govt. of Kerala. Her poems have been featured in anthologies, journals and magazines. Her collections of poems are Kaleidoscope (2020), Shorelines (2021) and Memory Cells (2022).
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