Goddess Unprayed.... Poem by Sirisha Mopati

GODDESS UNPRAYED


She rises before the sun,
But the darkness stares her.
She is weak, delicate, flimsy, tender.
Her fragile bones hurt her skin.
Yet, she wakes up.
Borrows a smile from courage,
Greets the dark serpent of fate.

Her love is pregnant with power.
That, which she spreads like aroma.
It touches her children, husband, family.
She protects them.
An eyelid does to an eye.
Her family, her sun.
She guards their dawn,
She blesses their dusk.

She is a classical Indian woman.
She curdles her children,
In her arduous arms,
Projects their arms,
Inspires them to breathe.
Nourishes them, touches their every facet…….

Even after the daily chores,
She moves like eurhythmics.
She shares her soul,
With a man unknown to her birth.
Her husband,
She enthralls his very being,
Through her sensuality, motherhood, friendship…….
But, he blinds her, ignores her…….
She awaits his love, appreciation.
She awaits his caress,
Like the desert awaits the rain.

She dances to the whims,
Of her family.
She forgets to remember herself,
Her life that was preserved like pearl,
The woman is alive,
But the girl lost herself.

She bends everyday,
To a holy Idol.
Who never passed through her sacred paths….
The sun sets.
However, the ‘tulsi’ does not.
Her day trudges throughout her life…..
She is selfless, unobvious, and benevolent.
She pillars her family……

But her tears remain unseen,
Her bruises unnoticed,
Her smiles quite,
Her screams remain silent….
And she…ruined in darkness……..



Here for you.........
Another day passed by,
The sun is on his way.
Fireflies march to kiss the light,
Birds are back to love, at nest.


The purple robe glitters with stars,
But the song that I meant to hear;
Remains unheard.
I waited, waited for the mobile’s ring.
To feel your voice down my nerves.


Blue moon & the night sky,
Were the bystanders
Of my impatient heart beat.
The humming breeze that rustled leaves,
Mocks my faith & trust.


You are deaf, to the laments of my heart;
When birds sing your song to me.
You are blind to, the bruises of my soul;
When blue moon sends your effigy!
You unfelt, my joy……
Of caring your might.
You unprejudiced, the glory….
Of me walking on your footsteps!


And yet I wait to see,
The rising ball.
I love to believe,
You nurture my remnants.
I sing the song of amor,
And chase the sun once more………………..