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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