Born via Wrong Placenta
Paper Poetry Prompt#3

A seed thrown in a mindless fling germinated far and above life’s din splaying rootlets tussled to brace between a rock and a hard place
Oblivious to future and past cringe sizzling under scorching sun’s wink unflinching to winter’s icy witch tethered roots below cement lump where all garbage we used to dump apolitical in its unheeded birth away from garden’s fraternal girth dangled in dilemma of lowly race Restrained stains of indelible ink between the rock and a hard place
A victim of occluded sensibility untouchable to any serendipity sipping same soil, sucking same air toiled extremes sans kind deity shrouded in miasma of discrimination astonishingly though passers-by blink leaves' green ebb, boughs with kink crumbling, contused beneath carapace To whatever substrate it may cling between a rock and a hard place.
Footnote: I narrated the story of the caste divide prevalent when I was a child to my city-bred son and daughter. In those times, certain people carried other’s refuse in baskets on their heads to dumping sites & later went door to door for collecting cooked meals in return. This used to be a daily practice for them. They were not even allowed to enter the temples. These underprivileged souls suffered the stigma of being born between a rock and a hard place.
In response to Paper Poetry Prompt#3: ‘between a rock and a hard place'
Thanks to Suntonu Bhadra for organizing these prompt challenges through Paper Poetry.






