Living Idol Poem by Sathya Narayana
Living Idol
Her face is black and shiny
like a just burnished ebony!
When Sun rays swept
through the beads of her cold sweat
hundred more Suns did reflect
at once, glowing bright!
Her toil since childhood
bestowed her with the best shape
to make jealous any Miss World.
Her rhythmic movements
while at work or when she does simply walk
can sure invoke poetic zest
to follow her elegant gait
to run eloquent into metrical beats.
Those countless tears and holes in her sari
struggling to cover her raw, rustic beauty
are like windows to her explicit misery!
Her total muliebrity so natural
like a leaf amongst leaves,
a flower amongst the flowers,
flowing like a gushing waterfall!
No wild surmises about her
...sShe is not a glittering cine star
nor a cover girl on a tabloid...
but, a very common Indian maiden
one of several millions seen
anywhere in our dear Nation
...paddy fields, labor yards or fish ponds
...salt pans, spinning mills or gold mines
...as omnipotent as poverty
reigning high in this great country
where womanhood is worshipped
as Goddess Adi Para Shakhty
the holy Generatrix deity,
Governess of the whole universe with piety
...but in blood and flesh her earthly body
seen as sheer sex symbol only
by those eyes of leering lechery!
She is an oppressed grace
of God's choicest creativity,
she is an ever-drudging human gender
serving vainglory husbands,
and a desecrated living Idol
in a ravaged humane temple
It is a great shame that women are still treated this way throughout the world. Of course, arranged marriages are difficult to comprehend in the western society and it would be easy for me to condemn them but ignorance and contempt are shown towards women in and outside of marriage all over the Earth, within every social structure and religion. You have captured the outrage, the pain and injustice in your words. Thank you for your comments about 'Butterfly'. It was based upon someone I knew some years ago who was regularly mistreated and bullied by her possessive and jealous husband. Your poem is masterful - well-written and well observed. Great!
ah lot more better than me :) Loved it.. but yeah definitely similar in content :)
this is a heart wrenching poem coming from a highly gifted and compassionate heart. common women- as Raj says real miss india. i feel they need to be treated with dignity and respect and not like a piece of furniture. you really got into the psyche of a woman, Sathya10+its a great tribute to womanhood, and sir i salute you... mamta
All our unsung rustic maidens who perform their daily chores in silence , and when need be, also drink their own tears, are our country's back bone, they are my real Miss India! Thanks for this beautiful poem, - Raj Nandy
bhayya you took the words from my thoghts, a silent tear drops inside when i see that much suffering, pain and misery on that most beautiful creature a gift from god made for this ugly and selfish creature....i give it 10+++'s with my respectful bow for such beautiful heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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that is why she emerges at times as Adi Para Sakthy in mundane life too; though, rarely so...outlook and observation highly compassionate... good write