Poem by Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha
A web hangs
from her life–
They consider it
an offensive book
and try to bowdlerize it
by tearing off some pages.
The word rape
and the sordid details,
must come on the surface
to unmask the negative attitude of
with umpteen irrelevant question marks.
It was all a matter of
minutes, and her entire
life was changed– alas, today!
The trauma, the deep scars and
The ghost- like haunting memories:
The filthy residues on the soul forever!
That day she was
Passing through the
mustard fields in the pale
light of foggy December morning
when the Sun– a Mexican merigold–
played hide and seek with the misty sky.
Like a dark shadow
appeared the devil and
dragged her into the field:
A big wide A was etched
down on the ground– hard and cold;
she became a sapless trunk– alive but dead!
I wish she possessed
the power of Medusa–
The muse and the monster–
The snaky-tressesd femme fatale
with the deadly capacity to turn
such lecherous beasts to hard stone!
Copyright Dr. Ranjana Sharan Sinha