Hardik Vaidya

Rookie - 304 Points (26 Dec 1969, I won't be dead till you know I am alive. / Mahuva, Gujarat, India.)

Rape obsessed India.


Sita had to pass the Agni Pariksha.
The woman has to be pure.
She is genetically predisposed to corruption of the soul.
Sati, widow had to burn alive on the pyre,
Along with the corpse of men's desires,
To service them in hell or heaven,
As properties and toys are a mans best friends.
Manusmriti emphasised,
Keep women under men's watch,
If they rupture their hymen without the owners nod,
Shorn their heads, chop their fingers, ride them on a donkey
So that the other women know who's born with little Johnny.
The rape is bred in the homes of India.
In our bedrooms, Living rooms, Kitchens, Bathrooms
In the closed rooms of our minds,
It masquerades as as spiritual chimera in our souls
The propaganda of control has corrupted our whole
And reduced us to seekers of vaginal holes.

Submitted: Sunday, April 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

Sita was the wife of Lord Rama in the great epic Ramayana.

Agni Pariksha means trail by fire, fire burns impure, if a woman is pure, she won't be touched by the flames of fire was the concept.

Sati a barbaric Hindu practice of burning wives on the funeral pyre of the dead husbands corpse.

Manusmriti the worst document, documenting the propaganda and theory of social holocaust and apartheid in India.

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