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An intense and powerful poem, with grotesque imagery, that depicts the life of a prostitute, by Kabir, in Different Truths,
Every night haunts her
Even when she smiles seductively
Dew drops fall on her window
Just like sweat gathers on her breast
Claustrophobic mind still opens every night
As they collectively spit, “How much?”
Her landlord lives in this world
Somewhere in the urinated building
Intimacy of body comes every night
As his zealous body bothers her escaping soul
Even when it is an intimacy, she hesitates
For the world believes in a hesitating prey
Which needs to be tamed is real pleasure
Deep inside her entangled body
Lies an enduring heart and a whispering mind
One gives her the strength to accept
As she knows that her landlord won’t permit
To be the sole Goddess of her body
Every night he thinks of taming her
Even after she has accepted her predator
She fears of carrying a child in her stomach
For it will breathe the same devilish urine
Which she smells every night
She is scared of being sacred again
As the world never changes its visage
It just changes the mask
Which says the same thing, repeatedly
The ones who are being called as sacred
Are the zealous aura that knocks every night
For her hand washes her blood every day
Just like a normal woman does
Even when merging of two banks is acceptable
When done through social customs
Her intercourse is different from a normal woman
She listens to it every day as she gathers food
The messiahs call them a “Randi”
Giving them her peaceful name
She has known that it is a name
Which is synonymous with a wife
Their blasphemy decides every wife’s fate
But she has the power to renew her fate.
©Kabir Deb
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