and the legends they revere
are not gratuitous
in the fabled shakti
they hide the gruesome barter
of real women
paying the price
for the devi
to be worshiped.
the crimson is rich
from the blood
of unborn daughters
and of the
millions who
bleed every day
or die unceremoniously
for the noble cause
of irrigating the
harsh soil
of patriarchy !
Your poetry has so many meaningful layers, I love it
ReplyDeleteThanks Ghadeer !! :-))
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