First of all a big thank you for all the participants and all the readers who supported the competition.
As you probably know by now the poem “The Storm in My Black Belly” won the competition, with 922 votes. Bindu won a $100 gift card to Amazon.
The runners-up were “The Invisible Entertainer”, “The Moon is My Cradle” and “Perfect…?”. The three authors won a free license to a time-tracking and invoicing software. If if you are one of winners expect to receive an email from me soon.
Finally, here is the winning poem once again.
The Storm in My Black Belly by Bindu Saxena
When my lady held me – I quivered with dread; I knew of the ordeal that stretched ahead…
She took me at the corner, she took me in the street; I followed her swamped in a sense of defeat.
She took me to the market, the pavement, the stall; I tested my patience – no bicker, no brawl.
Invariably, too she would run into, “a friend.” And launched into chatter that signaled no end;
Her fingers fluttered, she waggled her head, secured in her palm – “I wished I were dead!”
And though, to her, this was joy & delight; it filled me with stark & unreasoning fright.
The minutes & hours plodded painfully by; her endless chatters & my battery, continued to dry!
Left, Right and Centre my face got pinched –until my lady’s ‘DATE’ was clinched!
She flew me skies, where I rested for a while; Network out, what a relief to my pout!
Here came Diwali. The fireworks, the celebrations , the lightings & thunder ..
For a friend anew, and Lo! Was I surrendered..
Back to Air Tel, from where had I come. Lay I appeased.
Quietly told myself & ceased …