A Hallowed Dignity Poem by vidyut chakraborty

She happened to be a harlot. It was not her choice. Poverty forced her to earn bucks this way to send her two kids to literacy. She has the right to dream of a beautiful world for her offspring.

A mother can not stay home when her kids starve. She had to choose a livinghood whatsoever. It is her fate that she could not be in other form a socialite lady. Indian epics recorded the plight of Javala and painted the glamours of Menoka.

The misery tolls the knell of parting night, she leased her modesty. The customer, in course of intercourse, became plural, charges remain single, kinky sex appetites of several ones thrashed her into brutality. They threw her to the pavement hitting her pelvis to pain and bleed.

This crime happens to the street girls so often. Religions mandate the girls to be shameful, shy and silent. Criminals escape due to their power of muscle and masculinity. And the society sleeps, the history witnessed the same story.

“God! Are you there?
I have heard that Jesus will make my life brand new
But what about all the pain, will He remove that too?
Will He replace all the parts of me, which were robbed
Can I be healed, if I came to you, God?
What can you do? ”*

Her cry did not miss the ear of a Good Samaritan. She was brought into light to be nursed and not to be cursed. Pain ripped her body, ignominy tore her mind, her agony was waiting in cue. Instead of giving her an umbrella of security, the protectors of the society abused her twice again verbally. She did not get justice from the bureaucracy.

Trust was stolen, locked within herself she had to live an isolated life;
a life of worthlessness and insecurity. Nay! she came out of her veil and spat on the debris of the democracy - a constitution that could not safeguard her modesty, a government that failed to warrant her security. The elected leaders, for reasons best known to them, molested her humanity, the police too forgot their daughters might have face such indignity.

Ultimately she uncovered the evils of the society. Those who supported her had to face the destiny. Till today she worships God, obeys constitution, believes in good people, and tears the taboo of a rape victim. At the end she has proved herself a beyond a woman she is the Mother, the hallowed Dignity.

[* STOLEN By K A Graaf ]