Your breasts
Attract no attention
Poor woman
They are
All dried up and loose
Black and filthy
You yawn
You scratch
The miserable wretch
Tugs at it
No milk in it mother
He says
The men look
With disdain
And the women
Walk past with indifference
You wonder
Are these breasts only
Or you too dead
Preeti Tej Singh has written two books of poetry. The first was called ‘I’ . The second book is called Simantini (Boundless)