They tell me
I may now name myself.
No longer Nakusa
Unwanted
I rub its ugly syllables
into this raw earth
grasp the paper in my hands,
embrace my freedom song.
Trembling,
I choose
Pyāra
Loved.
They tell me
I may now name myself.
No longer Nakusa
Unwanted
I rub its ugly syllables
into this raw earth
grasp the paper in my hands,
embrace my freedom song.
Trembling,
I choose
Pyāra
Loved.
Photo credit, and amazing story, here:
http://www.foxnews.com/world/2011/10/22/hundreds-indian-girls-named-unwanted-choose-new-names/
Shared for a prompt over at Victoria Slotto’s Liv2Write2Day:
http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/2012/02/29/virginia-tech/
Oh, De … so packed. So very packed.
De, this is just beautiful. I would like to know more of the story behind this, but I certainly “got” the feel. I checked out your “About.” Someday when you’re at Tahoe, come on down to Reno and we can have coffee! Thanks for linking this. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Thanks, Victoria. The link in my first comment box will give you more of the story, if you are indeed interested.
Would love to have coffee sometime! 🙂 Jealous you’re so close to my Lake! I’m way down south in the Las Vegas area, hopelessly landlocked.
The emancipation of Pyara! Thank you for sharing.
Cheers,
Mark Butkus