Poem by Lily Swarn
Just a Woman ?
So you want to talk about her anatomy ?
That statuesque lady who looks like She stepped out of a temple sculpture ?
Go on , slur your words and smirk
Lecherous glances and suggestive innuendos will help
Or better still
Rake up her “hoary “past
An ex boy friend or her intimate relationships
Tear her to shreds with your wagging tongues
Make mince meat out of her reputation
For she is not human at all
Just a woman after all !
Who cares why her sari is creased today ?
As terribly as her broad forehead is ?
Or why her mother simply won’t come out of that horrendous coma ?
And that her husband won’t let her children
Be born because they were girls ?
Investigated in their embryonic state and rejected ?
That she first goes to cook for her vacantly gazing dad
And then waits yawningly for her alcoholic man to stop belching
So that he can stagger to the table to gobble down a few morsels
That she truly doesn’t value the fact
That you choose to call her a firecracker a “pataakha”within earshot
Instead of getting up to wish her politely
For that’s what gentlemen should do
Well ,definitely not men who commoditise women
Inebriated on their own hollow masculinity
How would they know that tears simply
Help to strengthen a woman’s resolve
To irrigate her enormous reserves of patience
Not to drown her in a morass of self pity ?
Copyright Lily Swarn 4.3.2021