Of Cooches And Phalluses Poem by Ravi Kopra

"Neelachal, a sacred hill, situated on the southern bank of Brahmaputra in the outskirts of Guwahati (India) , houses the famed Kamakhya Temple. According to Hindu Mythology, the female organ of Shiva's consort fell on that spot and became a major pilgrimage center visited by millions every year to offer Puja to the Goddess of fertility Kamakhya."

-Syed Ahmed Shah

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When their hands folded
they stand bowed before
Parvati's cooch or
Shiva's phallus and pray.
I wonder what they say -

O Lord Shiva of the humongously huge, the longest, the strongest phallus!
Please make my phallus like yours
It has gone limpid forever
It sleeps, sleeps, sleeps
Please awaken it up
Make it to work

O Lord Shiva of the humongously huge, the longest, the strongest phallus!
Please make my husband's phallus like yours
does he have one? sometimes I doubt
Or, O phallus Lord! guide me to some immaculate way

O Goddess Parvati, make my yoni like yours
Where the ganges could flow when the mountains strike
Mine is like a dry desert river infested with cacti

O Goddess Parvati, make my wife's yoni like yours
When and if I am ready I could sail, find my way
It's a cob webbed dry narrow alley with shut gates

O Parvati! O Shiva!
Take us in your embrace
Bless our cooches, bless our phalluses
Make them work again
Or once in a while, at least. Please!