Saturday 28 December 2019


by Padmini Krishnan

They watch her
with scorn, amusement,
and laughter.

She is too quiet.
Why doesn’t she laugh,
talk, joke or shout?
they whisper,
but loud enough for her to hear.
She finds a stone in her shoe.

She is too talkative,
too loud and flirts,
they condemn.
She finds more stones in her shoes.

The perpetrators are not men,
but women who pull down
their kind.

They throw more stones every day
until she staggers
and finds it unbearable,
but she never falls.

Now she has learned to throw
the stones away and
walk with her head high
whereas her gossipers
look for a new victim
with hands full of stones.

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Padmini Krishnan writes haiku, poetry and short stories. Her recent work has appeared in Bleached Butterfly, Terror House Magazine, Balloon Lit. Journal and Proletaria. She blogs in

1 comment:

  1. But some poor bastard man will still catch hell for making the stone-hurlers jealous by smiling at her. Both genders have some 'splainin' to do. Thanks for the piquant elucidation.