Question

the misfortunes of your next birth, they said.
May the sum of all evil
balance in this unreal world
against the sum of good
come diminished by your pain.
y the poison purity your flesh
of desire, and your spirit of ambition,
they said, and they sat around
on the floor with my mother in the center,
the peace of understanding on each face.
More candles, more lanterns, more neighbours,
More Insects, and the endless rain.
My mother twisted through and through,
Groaning on a mat.
My father, sceptic, rationalist,
trying every curse and blessing,
powder, mixture, herb and hybrid.
He even poured a little paraffin
Upon the bitten toe and put a match to it.
I watched the flame feeding on my mother.
I watched the holy man perform his rites to tame the
poison with an incantation,
After twenty hours
it lost its sting.
My mother only said
Thank God the scorpion picked on me.
And spared my children,
Gurukul
Academy
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Points:
Title and the poet of the poem
Rhyme scheme
Figure of speech
Theme/Central idea
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Answer 1

Answer:

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G I r l s now

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