To Ravaged Nymphs

Today I am angry, writhing, moaning.
My lips are full of venom and pain,
My breasts are heaving, malignant
With the burden of human sins.

Let me not sleep in silken slumber
In the vain masculinity of your arms.
Let me not spread my legs and
Drift ashore in the ocean of your lust.

For once, today, let me break free
Of your smothering kisses,
Your broken sentences, your overused bed sheets.

In the humming silence enacted
In this room of practiced orgasms,
A shrill cry tries to distract me,
Calls me, breaks through the door.
A cry that pushes through my cervix,
A cry that burns within
This cherished cloak of femininity.

A cry that reminds me
Of the indomitable ulcer of RAPE.
Every minute, one out of three of us
In every corner of the world
Is crushed between your legs,
Your masculinity, a curse,
A puked reality in our lives.

For once, today, my love
Let me untouched,
Let me light the candles
For my sisters in pain!

Footnote:-
This poem is born out of sheer anger keeping in mind the recent news of the rape and molestation rampage plaguing the women in Kolkata and West Bengal. I dedicate it to all my sisters in India and also worldwide, to their bruises and tears, while knowing that this is the only form of protest that I can do now. The name of this short poem is inspired by a personal essay that I had written two years back, as an aftermath of the ‘Nirbhaya’ rape incident in New Delhi, India.

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10 thoughts on “To Ravaged Nymphs”

Louis Kasatkin October 13, 2014 at 10:32 am

This is a very powerful and evocative work which deals with necessarily important and highly charged current issues. It is ever the calling of a true Poet that they seek to engage with and shed critical light upon the contemporary world and its vicissitudes.

Welcome Lopa to Destiny Poets !

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