Treasure Island

Hardik Vaidya

(26 Dec 1969, yet to kick the bucket. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Rape of Ila


My mother was born ila.
What a lovely name.
Earthy.
From the soil.
Sexy, elegant divine.
When she married,
Her name was changed.
Changed to Varsha.
Logic?
None.
All names in my fathers family began with a V one.
When you change a name, do you change a rose?
Can you change the color of earth by naming her brimstone?
The earth of my soil has not changed,
But my heart weeps at the barbaric feat.
A woman was beheaded, and the Gandhians
Stood naked, bankrupt and shameless.

Submitted: Friday, February 08, 2013

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I am yet to reconcile with the barbaric fact that the family I hail from choose to change my mothers name, for no rhyme or reason.

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