Bastions Crumble Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

They push me and crush me
as I climb the bus
I push the world on the golden path,
They rise from gutter to make a grab at me
I grab the sun's power and moon's etheral beauty.
They leer at me wolfishly
I scatter smiles among flowers of
the future landscapes
They throw acid on my face
I burn the bright letters of compassion and love
on sweeping winds of time.
They beat me for wedding dowry
I beat the shadows of despair
from the face of the world.
I occupy the chair
they thought was theirs by divine right.


One by one the bastions of arrogance
are falling into dust
as they sharpen their fangs
and bare their claws.
They force me into purdah
I force loftier revelations
through all clamps, veils and hands gagging me.
Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India
07-04-2015