The entire pain converged
In the ambit of my throbbing temples
As the sun shone directly
On the worrisome parallel in between
My eyes opened to the pressure
And I thought so lifting the weight
Why they should be called eye-‘lids,’
But someone said they are petals- rose petals...
But someone is a liar
I feel the heat
And the perspiration
Ugh! I feel dirty
I want to shed my skin,
No! Deeper down...
My body
For I hate it
I am pulling at the remains of my clothes,
My disheveled hair
When a voice interrupts-
“Where have you come from?”
“What are you doing here?”
I think I’m searching...I think
I look away
I am tired
For I can see
The conversation dying-
To the din
To deaf ears...
She throws me a used clothing
To cover my torn one
Yes, it is in shreds
And so is my body
And my little insignificant heart...
The crowd is thickening
And so is the heat
Of stares,
Of leers,
Of apathy
Ugh! I curl, feel dirtier
And I wish I could change
No, not just my clothes
Something deeper...my body
Please, I silently plead
Take it away, take it away
I hate it...my body
For it stinks of dead flesh
Desecrated
Demolished
Destroyed
By animals, mongrels
Blinfolded in slimy lecherousness
The voice is louder-
“Who are you?”
“Where do you belong?”
I mumble...I find words
“No...nowhere...”
And I ask, who am I?
A woman, a human?
No...no, I am a body, just a body...
For I come from a land
Where I am known not beyond my body,
My soul-less body...
I look up to the sky,
Hoping, still believing,
In the existence of a formless God
And ask, in sheer innocence of insane sorrow
“Tell me-
Have you seen my soul, a woman’s lost soul?”
