Poem: Injustice
When God carved Eve
Out of Adam’s rib,
it was gross injustice!
Parity was murdered
In the name of companionship.
And the suppression continues:
Emotional, mental, physical.
Eve is a wife
Yet she cries!
Eve is a mother
Yet she cries!
Eve is a daughter
Yet she cries!
Eve is a sister
Yet she cries!
Why did you carve
The apt from the inapt Lord?
What design was that
Conceptualised equivalent
For a woman,
Which never happened.
Today this injustice is the Great Flood !
And that flood sums nothing
To the upheavals
In the woman’s breast;
That flood was naught
Compared to the tears and schisms
In woman’s template covers.
That flood mowed nothing
To what contemporary Adam
Has achieved,
Mowing today’s Eve,
to smoking peat.
This is not a feminist speak,
For one in two figures
Cut out their heart,
The chakras all mushy dark,
Throat choked to a poisonous blue
Red spiralling out from roots.
From where comes this strength
To outpour raw nakedness,
Certainly not from Adam!
He is a good keeper
Of the self,
Priceless humanist
Recording victories,
Recording trophies
Recording skulls
Recording wrung out hearts!
The story can go on
For ages, centuries
For universes untold
Till it becomes
Brahmas’ play
Shivas’ Tandav
Durgas’ lion;
The beads scatter
Waiting for someone
To gather!!
