Poems by Sunita Paul

Poems by Sunita Paul
 
 
My Queen
 
Lo behold!
 
For here comes my Queen
To rule over minds, every hearts to win
She is flesh and alive
As each layers into her you dive
You find her anew
So very raw, so very true.
Sometimes she is orthodox, sometimes modern
At times she can be jovial, if needed strict and stern.
 
For my Queen is made up of blood and sweat
You can find her smile with her eyes moist and wet
She stands strong
Against all odds and wrong
But then she can break
At one slightest shake
By the betrayal or departure in life’s long run
Of disloyalty or death of beloved ones .
 
My Queen is beautiful inside out,
Don’t you raise a question, never you doubt
Tall or short, let her be fat or thin
She carries herself with her high held chin
With an air of sophisticated confidence
This Queen will stand no nonsense.
 
My Queen cries and laughs,
However life maybe tough
Sometimes a simple highland lass or a chic city girl
With straight, smooth hairs or lots of twists and curls.
Here the Queen lies in the heart of every woman
Who treats her King with all her love and respect as she can.
 
For this Queen lives in you and me
It takes only a new mindset to see
She works, she plays
Keeps all worries at bay
OurQueen loves and makes love too
There is so muchthat she can do
She is today’s Queen, so don’t you dare
To mess with her, coz she never care.
 
 
 
My Durga
 
Your Durga comes with great pomp and joy
My Durga (as a poor child) does not get even a broken toy
Your Durga is full of lights
My Durga (here a prostitute) in the bed only satisfies at night
Your Durga is made of mud and clay
My Durga (an aborted girl child) sometimes never see the light of day
Your Durga is only awesome and grand
My Durga(a poor young lady) finds hard a place in this world to stand.
Your Durga comes every year only for a week
My Durga(the child in poverty)here the whole year is feeble and weak
Your Durga is celebrated and worshipped
My Durga(the tortured housewives) is only abused and whipped
Your Durga comes with divine grace
My Durga(an average woman) here struggles in the life’s race
Your Durga comes with powers to fight the evils
My Durga(a raped female)here is torn to pieces by the devils
Your Durga is also a girl and a woman
But why My Durga is always treated as a bane???
 
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