A woman…alas!
Waits to be disgraced again
In the confines of a dank cavity
For another shadow to fall on her
Another vagrant passion to devour
The talcum powder on her face
The sticky pigment on her lips
The scented oil on her hair
She waits like a carcass
For the good earth to take her back
…Which might…
But the enigma of her existence
Will outlive her as an evil
The Gods can't get away with.
V K Rajan
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Sad, and beautiful.
ReplyDeletethat was nice.just confused with the last lines.can you clarify about these lines.i could not understand it
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ReplyDeleteVikash, in the last lines I meant that the travials of a prostitute might end when one day when the earth takes her back. But why was she created at all? A question that will always perplex man. And the Gods are accountable for the cruelty behind that creation.
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ReplyDeletevery very heart felt...!
ReplyDeleteWe Men r that God. It's only the men who r accountable Rajan. Not the God. Not the circumstances. But the MEN!
ReplyDeleteBig impact - great piece of work.
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