Worship Of Women Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

Worship Of Women

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A woman of clay and mud
is worshiped as Goddess
but a woman of flesh and blood
is harassed daily, eve teased and raped mercilessly.
Worship of the Goddess of reality is impotency!

Truth has no relation with fire.
If a woman walks on fire,
her burns will never prove her chastity.
Why don't the men walk on fire
to prove their genuineness towards worship?
When the men will walk on fire,
their burns will reveal their crime.

Zero crime against women will transform
a woman of clay and mud into a showpiece
and simultaneously a woman of flesh and blood
into a sister or a friend.
The heavenly water of worship will redeem the hungry souls
abolishing forever the predator-prey relationship
and giving birth to a relation of respect.
This is utter maleness, not impotency.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kostas Lagos 26 November 2020

Well said...Excellent poem

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Mahtab Bangalee 25 November 2020

great and thought provoking expression about woman and our belief where we worship the stone woman as our holy goddess there we demean the flesh and bIood woman as beast and creature in our manly society. For this writings I salute you.5********

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Deluke Muwanigwa 25 November 2020

Beautiful poem. Like a woman. Thats true. We men must stop abusing women. I thought the phrase " this is utter maleness" was brilliant. This is utter madness....i read. Man to man is unjust. Man to woman is unjust. The thing to do is not suffer in silence....but most times religion and culture are the evils which say a woman must not divorce. Divorce! Run away! Save your life! Easier said than done.

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Rajnish Manga 25 November 2020

If a woman walks on fire / her burns will never prove her chastity. When the men will walk on fire / their burns will reveal their crime. Great poem which reveals the hypocrisy of a male dominated society towards their women. The comparison between 'A woman of clay and mud (and) a woman of flesh and blood' should serve as an eye opener. Thanks, Dear Sir. It goes to MyPoemList.

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