She Poem by Valsa George
She
She dies a hundred times
In the throes of spite and neglect
In the agony of betrayal
In the shame of defeat
Yet alive with charred spirits
And deep burns that shall not heal.
Shut in the cage of servitude
She lives an ugly duckling!
Fed on taunts and threats
Drunk on slander and slight
Smothered by age old mores
Manacled by custom and tradition.
A door mat under crushing feet
An expendable commodity
Bartered away
Or
Bought at the highest bid.
A toy to play with
A curio wrapped in folds
To be disrobed before feasting eyes
And torn apart by man's beastly lust
A chattel to be pawned and pledged.
A chalice to be cast away
When emptied of its contents.
Yet she is silent
Mute like a dumb animal
But Lo! There lies an ember
Down beneath the dying hearth.
As the wind veers around
The smouldering charcoal would blaze
Growing into a wild fire
With tongues of flame leaping into the sky
That would ravage the Earth
Leaving nothing
But,
Heaps of coal
And piles of ash!
M'aam when we look around us we find that all are concerned, concerned about the atrocities being committed and million voices are there to protest. This is the only hope, but when the society is driven by power, the rule of the jungle prevails, and you will agree that in our country it is the power that is driving our society where the rules, values, ethics are given a cold shoulder. Your prognosis in the last four lines I pray remains confined in the reams of literature. Can't even say that I enjoyed the poem.
Dear Mr.Sanjay, as you have rightly said, everything rests on power and as the rule of the jungle puts, 'might is right '! ! This is the sad state of affairs! But the prediction at the end is not a fictitious fantasy! There has to be a back lash! Ofcourse, you cannot enjoy the poem as it is not meant for enjoyment!
The lines go categorically entwining the myth and the disaster of womanhood. As there is no hope for PLUCKING and THROWING AWAY the FRUITS of CIVILIZATION we are fed on, the laws and the rules will continue to entertain the culprits and these human beasts. As soon as a couple of male children are born somewhere soon, I am afraid the fate of a hapless female child will be drafted by them... What remains is calling for A MACHINE to rule us.
As I said earlier one of most inspirational poets. I visit to learn and never go empty hand. I loved the way you produce this piece out of no where. You have a human heart and the message of the poem is grand. As Thomas A Robinson Sir said A bitter cup of tea to drink Your poem is really like that. A sad theme but the full of poetic qualities and very nice. Great Work
it’s a proactive writing for woman and a lesson writing for those who think we're civilized people still/// like it
How woman is tortured and her oppose is neglected to listen by the men or by the society has been astutely and incisively delineated in this poem. Often she becomes victim of rape and murder. She keeps silent and she has nothing to do. As you have written.... Yet she is silent / Mute like a dumb animal / But Lo! There lies an ember...A super hit poem.10
A great poem, greatest than greatest I have read on this topic, in English, Thanks for sharing.
Excellent poem on the truth of degrading lives of many women in India...the wind is changing and it will happen it is a pity that man was not born from a female rib then he would get the well deserve beating funny I wrote an Haiku like this...regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I READ THE POEM, , BETWEEN THE LINES, , MAY NEW YEAR BRING NEW RAYS OF HOPE, , THIS IS ALL I CAN WISH, , , THANX