Mamata Banerjee =link= — Poem By

When the metro roared and the buildings grew, I walked the mud path, broke the queue. My ribs are bamboo—bent but strong, my song is the rickshaw’s pull-along song.

I am not just cloth and cane, not just a handle for the rain. I am the shadow of a widow’s vow, the ink that dries on a farmer’s brow. poem by mamata banerjee

So let the thunder roll and spit— I am the hand that will not quit. Not just a shield, not just a plea— I am Bengal’s audacity. When the metro roared and the buildings grew,

— after the spirit of Mamata Banerjee’s poems from "Upalabdhi" and "Ami Bangla Bolchi" I walked the mud path