PARTHA SARATHI PAUL
A Fırm Cradle In A Faır Heart
Deeper behind the bust
the softer bosom
cradles a pre-natal infant.
Did Helen ever lightly
imprint her sinister lips
On the forehead of the God's child?
Are not all Helens and Aphrodites
the crunchy faggots to be burnt
to pathetic tiny ends?
Were not the womb the mother earth,
There would lie in the lower part
just a long Mumbai highway!
A woman is more than a man
For she is a mother and goddess.
The arms are so strong that
they carry and rock
many many children;
her own and others.
Why should one 'adopt an Asp'
When she is a blessed, born-mother?
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