I live in Sundarbans  

The floods uproot my life  

The mud-pasted walls  

No longer stand to protect me,  

My husband no longer sings songs to me.  

 

My sons return to me no more,  

My cow has no grass left to eat. 

I walk kilometers to fetch drinking water 

While my family works as laborers  

In the cities you dwell.  

 

Your cinema doesn’t reach me, 

Your mothers aren’t like me.  

I don’t cook for my children 

Because I go hungry for days  

I don’t feed them first  

Because they don’t live with me for years.  

 

For me and my village,  

I am Tara.  

I am not Satyen’s wife,  

Or his children’s mother.  

Because my village has no men.  

You took them to cities  

Just as you took away  

My motherhood… 

 

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