Slave Market Poem by DR KUSUMITA MUKHERJEE

Silver dazzle of jet black long hair;
Soft, sad downcast brown eyes;
Silent thin lips;
Supple but skilled hands;
Small restricted feet;
An ideal wife.
An ideal gift for a family looking for a dedicated slave.

Lips that would never complain
Hands that would not cease working
Feet that would not dare venture out of her fixed domain
Hair that would be just long enough to pull and torment
Washed out eyes that will only beget water- - not fire.

More important a slave who will never comprehend her bondage.
A shackled presence who will bask in the glory of her jewelry.
Who will be a dome for the production of male heirs.
Not slaves.
For these slaves can become only liability to those that birth them.

Predatory eyes scan the item on display
These have been welcomed with smiles, sweets and folded palms.
They can grill the subject with all sorts of questions.
The subject must reply in tune with the commands of her nearest.

Best part of the deal is that they do not have to pay anything to buy the slave
She is such a detestable entity that she will not only be given away for perpetual servitude
but that too with a lavish payment in tow
It has been time tested to be established as the most fruitful slave market in the world.
For the slaves themselves feel blessed for having been sold.

For them it is marital bliss.
Knowing no better they feel that their life is incomplete without it.