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Basanta Kumar Kar
Mr. Basanta Kumar Kar hails from Kendrapara, Orissa (India). Mr. Kar has more than 25 years of experience in the social development sector, working to bring a lasting change to poverty and vulnerability in India and abroad. A student of English literature, Law and Rural Management from IRMA (Institute of Rural Management Anand), Mr. Kar has a passion for poetry since his childhood. His first collection of poems, ‘The Naïve Bird’ and the second collection of poems ‘The Silent Monsoon’ have been published by Books India International, New Delhi(A Unit of National Publishing House) and Writers Workshop, Calcutta respectively.
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Too Late
by Basanta Kumar Kar
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I am fourteen, he is fifteen
skins have played truant, lives have been shaken
time has taken its flesh
too late for a denial
tie knot gratifying their wish and will.
Lonely habitat, solitary life
too late our sweet love games
no more respite, a new face begets.
I see frail, feeble
people say, stunted a low birth weight.
People say she needs company
new face to arrive - a male child
too late to repent.
I see others colorful
one day she would rise beyond the kitchen.
Strange but true, this malnutrition
an intra-generation cycle.
(This is the story of Ahimat Bai a tribal woman of 17 years who is malnourished and the mother of a Grade III malnourished girl child. She is from village Tumrikasa, Chhattisgarh India).
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