A protest poem, by Shernaz, celebrating Goddess Durga, for Different Truths.
glorified as the ‘divine feminine’ I bleed with the honour of the raped incense sticks burn before me I burn on dowry pyres sacrificial offerings lie at my feet I perish in honour killings prayers for longevity rise up to me I crumble with aborted foetuses hopes and desires seek fulfillment I die with the dreams of the exploited revered in the sanctum sanctorum I vanish in voiceless protests of the abandoned adorned, adored, idolised in stone I grieve reviled, defiled, mortified in living temples
(March 17, 2011, First published in boloji.com as editor’s choice: http://tapestrypoetry.webs.com/ )
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Very powerful indeed
The Goddess speaks
Such a powerful poem. The contrast in each stanza is heartbreaking. Those last lines hit hard.
Roopali, thank you for reading. We can only hope that more people, particularly the ones who need it most will hear the Goddess speak.
Thanks Firdaus for your presence. Grateful also for your comment.