Midnight hours and worldly sounds were dying,

The moon peeped through cloudy sky as if it is spying,

Thump, thump, there was knock on her door,

Her sunken eyes lit up once more.

After many months came this rare occasion,

To earn some money out of her vocation,

Those knocks were a welcome invasion,

To put an end to many nights  of starvation.

From those visitors she didn’t ask any explanation,

She dressed quickly and fittingly for the occasion,

She is no whore, don’t carry any  false notion,

She just sells her tears but with devotion.

Bereft of emotion, she just goes through some motions,

She is the essential part of those thirteen days celebration,

Tears, wails and shrieks come out without hesitation,

Though with the heaven bound souls she had no relation.

She cries, she screams and she grieves,

For some free meals and some rupees,

Sitting  and wailing in those gloomy grooves,

Making all those fake mourning moves.

She had cried enough tears to solve any water crisis,

For all those lecherous men lived in vices,

Those men who need  borrowed  tears for salvation,

May I call, it the wretched society’s perversion.

Every time a  visitor call up to condole the  death,

The Rudali wails louder beating her chest with gasping breath,

She is the mourner for those who can’t wail,

Their sighs  do freeze and tears drops hail.

Near and  dear ones restrained from mourning,

Even at the dust of earth returning,

Tear drops cascading down the cheeks are hidden,

For grieving in  public is the act forbidden.

Rudali supplies her  tears for the fate of those and of her own,

Hoping those wails  reach God up above in the horizon,

She  will cry for all but who will cry over  her pyre?

Who will be Rudali for her once to lend their tears?

© K.Radhakrishnan

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Poet K.Radhakrishnan lives in Bhopal city, India. Born on 4th November 1955. He is an underwriter by profession and worked as a senior level executive in NEWINDIA ASSURANCE, India's largest General Insurance Company till his retirement. He is engaged in consultant activities and insurance education. He has co-authored three insurance text books for NATIONAL COUNCIL OF EDUCATION, TRAINING AND RESEARCH(NCERT), INDIA. He has a passion for writing poetry which he pursued after retirement from his job. His first poetry book REFLECTION OF SOUL was published by LULU PRESS and is selling in Amazon and Barnes& Nobles His second book ERUPTION OF BOTTLED UP EMOTINS is under publication.

2 thoughts on “Rudali

  1. Prabha Prakash

    Rudali…The mourners whose destiny and livelihood passes through the mechanical ritual of mourning. Though no one may shed tears on their passing, may be God may hold them close. For all their wails and screams and their pleas to God. Well written.


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