POETICbug

I am Woman

I am woman,

I have a body that I proudly own.

But,

When you grope me off guard in a bus overcrowded,

Your thoughts stink more than your sweat,

When you sneak into my privacy without my consent,

You bother me more than dirt,

When you scan me over with eyes wide open,

You pierce through me and my soul,

When you corner me waiting in the secluded lane,

Your ugly shadow thereafter haunts,

When you choose me, my parts and mock,

You kill me before death befalls,

When you rip me off in paintings on the college walls,

I feel bare even with all clothes on,

When you force me to accept your love bitterly,

I am marred for lifelong,

When you seek me as an owner, for entertainment,

I shudder while you revel, you flaunt,

You and many like your crooked mind,

Curse me, my birth,

Sometimes the ghost of you crosses my way,

I wish I could hide myself somewhere,

I demand not anything but this,

Don’t drag my dignity naked,

Nor worship me sacred,

If you can,

Treat me as a human.

What’s in my name?

I was curious once,

I asked many,

Illiterate and learned ones,

They said,

It says all about you,

Your name is your religion,

Your caste too,

And sometimes the country,

You belong to,

Your name is your fate,

To live or die,

When they clash about,

A silly lie.

Your name decides,

Whom to love,

One mistaken chance,

And you are killed by the mob.

Your name states,

You’re from a different land,

While you befriend all,

You're still the sore they can’t stand.

That was all,

I thought to be,

When they said,

Your name also carries,

Your family legacy.

So when time falls,

Your name will be the key,

Even a gruesome sin,

But you will be let free.

I asked them,

“Stop”;

No more to know,

I erased all I heard

And returned to zero

What’s in my name?

I was curious again,

This time, I asked none,

It is but only my parents’ love for me,

And my onus to give it,

I turned around
You were out of sight
And I thought
Goodbye would be easy
Lest I knew
That last look of your eyes
Would clinch my soul forever.
So to breaking up I said,
"I shall see you never."

© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]

India, my land

From the land of the five rivers to the land where the three water bodies meet,

From the land of the Mahatma to the land where the seven sisters live,
Spreads a phenomena that you and me imbibe,
Not now but since ages she has been alive.

In the Hindus’ mantras and the Muslims’ azaan,
In the Sikhs’ gurubani and the Chirstians’ mass,
In all Parsis’ faith and the Buddhists’ believes,
She is Culture whom we seek.

In Bharatanatyam ,Lavni ,Kathak and Chhau nitraya,
In the Bhangra spirit and the Assami Sattriya,
With the Dandiya sticks and the Odissi grace,
She is Culture , we find her trace.

In the tangy sambar-idlis and the grilled tandooris,
In delicious Dhoklas and Rajasthani Kachooris,
In the Bhopali kabbas and the Odia rasagollas,
She is Culture , eyeing like a foodie lass.

In Navratri , Id , Pongal and Ganesh Chathurti,
In Rath Yatra, Ramzaan, Onam and Guru Nanak Jayanti,
In Dree,Independence Day,Christmas and Diwali,
She is Culture ,who celebrates happily.

In Kanjivaram ,Khadi ,Phulia and Sambalpuri,
In Mooga silk ,Banarasi ,Kota and Luncknow’s Chikankari,
In Kosa ,Balrampuram, Ilkal and Pathani,
She is Culture , who drapes divinely.

In Sanskrit ,Hindi ,Urdu and Marathi,
In Odia, Santhali ,Kannada and Gujarathi,
In English,Hariyanvi ,Tamil, Bengali and many,
She is Culture , who converses fluently.

In Yoga,Chess and Hockey,
In Kabbadi ,Kalarippayattu and Khusti,
In Kho-kho, Archery and Snake boat race,
She is Culture , winning with ace.

In Taj Mahal , Meenakshi Temple and Qutub Minar,
In Gol Gumbaj ,Sun Temple and Charminar,
In Red Fort,Khajurao and India Gate,
She is Culture , embracing our heritage.

In Bapu ,Netaji , Bhagat and Malviya,
In Tagore , Premchand , Ruskin and Surraiya,
In Tirkey , Bhaichung , Dravid and Mary Kom,
She is Culture , who they epitome.

An amalgamation of diversity,
The depiction of multiformity,
The identity to our past, present and future,
Standing elegantly , our formidable Indian Culture.

TRIVIA
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{ When I think of India, she amuses my thoughts with her diversity. This is a sincere, honest and respectful tribute to the Incredible India I belong to. }

Each day a kind deed.

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I am Woman

What’s in my name?

Break up, Never !

India, my land

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