Kaberi Mukherjee | Tuesday, 06 October 2026 | Print
Homeless by birth
For girls only get a home
Once tied in wedlock.
And I was homeless
Until I exchanged vows.
I was homeless though I was married
For they had many homes,
But I was not their own.
I remained homeless,
Until my consort became one.
Battles over hearths made him vagabond.
I had a home then,
Or maybe an illusion
Transient enough not to last long.
And I was homeless again,
Chasing some dreams.
Fool, I let myself to believe
For thousand nights and as many days
I built some bricks of ice
And made a home of sand.
Nonetheless, homeless I stand.
I was homeless for I was born a girl,
I was homeless for I was a mum.
I was homeless for I held the home.
And so I remain, unhoused and rootless.~
Copyright@Kaberi Mukherjee
Posted 11:59 am | Tuesday, 06 October 2026
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