Poems by
Bolloju Baba


a poem by Bolloju Baba

Do you agree for it?
The sentence being written
on uterine walls
was broken in middle.

Do you agree for it?
she lowered her head
The rain waters washed
the colours of incomplete
wall painting to the ground.

Why didn’t you bring her?
The abortion pill that entered
the blood vessels like a thief
crushed the Chrysanthemum bud.

“You are lucky to have a male child
who keep on your lineage
and a place in heaven” every one told
the murdered three incomplete foetuses
swung their heads in dissent.