ANTBITE

Night time call centernear the signalon the national highway.The Sun of her homesleeps all through the day.The position heldat this officeby her motherwas assigned to heron her mother'suntimely demise.Her question papersthat did not knowthe answers to queriesbecame the guaranteeto this job for her.Her face too,which did not knowthe languageat the face-to-faceinterview,did not drive her awayand deprive of the job.About this job,she has no regrets.But,sometimes,ants biteat her nakedness."If anyoneof these menwere to bemy father..." 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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