emancipation empowerment Poetry

The Woman Power– A Satirical Joke.

The gender divides

a man from a  woman

he is set to be powerful1369019576

invasive and extensive

she is designed to be fragile

internally and externally

a ruggedness is seen in him

as many sport with a moustache

a voice so gruff and  firm

make him a strong personality

lack all these the woman

with a fairness in skin

soft and small in build

speaks low and with charm

turn her into a weak being in all.

Born as a girl in the Indian families

controlled by the male throughout

initially the father with authority

along with the brothers in force

she crosses her childhood

and girlhood in fear almost

eyes flutter and her heart trembles

if she sees a stranger in front

learns with a diligence

as her brothers flaunt and spoil

achieves a lot academically

excels in extracurricular as well

yet lives in the shadow

where the patriarchal element dominates.

Out of her  college she enters life different

seeks a job in all earnest

the family is otherwise busy

hunts for a prospective alliance

soon they check the most competitive

rush her to the wedlock

before she could breathe independently

another tie up  being for the whole life

comes into existence  quite easily

she succumbs to the new ways

in the milieu loses herself  all too quick.

The wedding and after is another milestone

she has to bear the yoke  nonchalantly

with patience utmost  and  endurance  exact

her head has to nod up and down

no matter what be the circumstance

as the right to  left move is forbidden

lives she like a rock hit by many a tide

rash and harsh most times

pleasant and slow on occasions

her hair grows grey as  the years advance

looks she different with a spectacle

that dances on the tip of her nose

her memory goes down the lane

as she wraps the saree around her shoulders.

The  woman you see now is emancipated or strong

empowered or employed   as could be

this be her version all too much the same

might be with a slight variation

be she a working woman or a household dame

being one of a little care to the apparent appearance

the one with   a job has to dress up well

drape a starched saree around and clothes ironed

while her counterpart one who stays at home

pays less attention in her dress

wears anything that comes to her hand

matching or matchless never her concern

she ties her air into a tiny knot

tucks her saree a little up

not to disturb her in the activities

moves about with a mindless   stroll

her look out primarily being her children

and to an extent her husband

who incidentally wields a power

with an air of supremacy  in square

know not from where it comes.

The case being so even in the latest days

how could a female expect an equality

how could she override the male

be her father, brother, husband

could be her son also in the future

who emerges from her  and rises above her

the qualification being a man all the more

nothing other than

could out beat her

could ride past her even in a close shave

intelligence, tact  and skill, virtuosity

never could she be outsmarted

but unfortunately, she  is bent

and compelled to bite the dust.

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concubines flesh. Poetry

The Women Of God — Devadasis

The women of the world

from days old

had dignity and style

lived with pride all the while.

A few of them in times

out of necessity in all times

succumbed to poverty

sold their flesh incidentally.

These few of the women

were looked down as concubines

a sect that grew in terms

places where rich claimed terms.

They were part of a society

patronised by many a respectable

yet would not get respect

an oxymoron in this aspect.

They in years came to be known as Devadasi

otherwise woman of God -the Devan

their girls became properties of the temple

while the rich used them in ample.

The Devadasis  or concubines in a  general term

grew in stature devadasi  slowly turned firm

many of their children refused to become one

primarily admonished  for loss of fun.

The concubines faded away into memory

the official stamp has become a  reverie

while the unofficial exists  in full even now

the lust for flesh vibrates in a glow.

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Between You And Me.

between you and meI overheard a long talk
transpired behind my back.
Two women were talking
with such closeness
perhaps they would be sisters
or could be also friends.

The one was saying softly
Look, I am going to tell you something
It is of high importance.
It is between you and me.
Never let it out at any cost
as it centres round the elites.

Sharpening my ears I eaves dropped.
The second with curiosity high wrung
came very close to the first one.
The first one seemed to literally bite the ears
With rapt attention I stood there like a pillar
my anxiety was mounting and overwhelming.

In a hushed voice the first one said
that a high-placed family of the town
is under scrutiny of the investigation team
for malpractice, malevolent attitude and
swindling billions in the guise of imparting education.
Taken aback I made my way across the lane.

Getting back home switched on the television.
Every channel flashed the news with colourful
pictures and photos of the family which was
so confidentially revealed an hour back
by the two women and overheard by me with strain
with the tag “between you and me”.

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Women in men’s garb.
Women look like men.
Not speaking of the intricate differenceequality