I am a poisonous woman.
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
It's an irony of fate I fell in love with you,
Since my birth I was given a spoon of honey,
That was blended with a diluted poison,
With the growing, concentration was increased,
And when puberty made me an exciting beauty,
Nothing was left in me,
Poison only poison!
I am a poisonous woman,
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
I cannot kiss you even,
Even my breaths are poisonous,
I am an exploited woman,
Love is a forbidden fruit for me,
Adam and Eve were sent on earth,
I shall not be sent anywhere,
I shall be burnt alive with you.
I am a poisonous woman,
I was sent to kill you sweetheart,
I could not kill you, how could I!
If you really love me, please do a favor,
Tonight when I sleep with my lips on your feet,
Insert your dagger in my restless bosoms,
Burn my dead body and collect my ashes,
Disperse my ashes in the holy Ganges,
I am hopeful of a life that'll be free of poison!
(In Gupta period of Indian History, beautiful girls were prepared by giving poison to the girls and quantum of poison was gradually increased. Ultimately these girls were grown up in a poisonous woman called "Vish Kanya".)
Is this legend or History I wonder! Any way so sad that only women.... that too virgins(Kanya) became a prey to this sinister custom.... growing with poison which they can't help! I am hearing of this eerie practice for the first time though I have heard of Vish Kanyas! Interesting poem, at once sad and curious!
The descriptions of a vishkanya, her love and the subtlety of her emotions is matchless. The poem rightly points out about the exploitation of innocent women through this evil practice. The concluding lines present a sentimental finale. Great treatment of an enigmatic subject. Thanks.
A very impressive and powerful write...................10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazingly written..... Great work..! ! ! ! 10 on 10