This is my first attempt at poetry. Wrote this on the spot in college when i found out that I had registered myself for poetry recitation competiton instead of debate :). We were asked to recite original poems about women-issues in lieu of International Women’s Day and, astonishingly, I won! Can you believe it?!
The painting too is a result of my relentless nocturnal doodling. I felt that it fit right into the rhythm of my poem.
I lie in the dark corner of the room Lamenting my birth and existence I shut my eyes, yet, the darkness is the same My tears have dried, but my heart’s still wailing. I had once dreamt of standing tall Making my own mark in the world But, you pushed me into a bottomless pit Bearing the marks of the world. You tell me there is still hope That all is not lost It is your duty to lift me up For you have drained me of all my strength. I need to feel the touch of a caring hand For I dont recall that feeling anymore You tell me I have a spark Little do you know that my fire has been doused. I am the girl in the womb Whom you deemed unfit to live I am that little naive girl Whose innocence you exploited. I am that college going daughter Who fell prey to the lust of salivating dogs I am that working woman Who you gyrated against in the bus. I am that mother of five daughters Whom you set ablaze in your impotent rage I am the diety you worship in your temples And the one you strip bear in your streets. You told me I had my own rights And yet, you were the one who took them all away You chide me to stand up for myself How can I do that when you’ve broken my legs? In your speeches, you praise me In your homes, you molest me In your writings, you tell me I am the future And yet you strive to destroy my future. You raise me like a slave You trade me like a commodity You treat me like your property And you justify your crimes in the name of culture. All this time, I have stood by you unfailingly But NO MORE I will rise and strike you down And nothing will ever be the same again. I am neglected and forgotten And I don’t care Afterall, I don’t need you to define me I am a woman, Not a word.