A poem on the man who worships many goddesses, but proves his masculinity by beating his wife
Guest Blogger Meera Srikant is a professional freelance writer and manuscript editor, having contributed for various newspapers, for business magazine The Smart CEO and with one published novel, Written in the Stars, to her credit. She blogs regularly at http://www.meera-lastingimpressions.blogspot.com in English, and www.valadukaal.blogspot.com in Tamil.
He touches his mother’s feet When he wakes up in the morning He walks to the river for a bath Believing she washes away his sins He touches the ground he walks on Seeking forgiveness of Mother Earth He worships Goddess Lakshmi So she may stay with him forever He chants the name of Saraswathi So she may give him knowledge He prays to Ma Durga So she may give him strength He reaps the harvest Hailing the name of Annapurna He beats his wife at home So he may know he is strong He rapes an innocent woman To prove he is a man He kills his daughter at birth Hoping for a son to carry his name He is a beast in the garb of man Fooling the world, with two faces One that worships the powerful goddess The other that beheads the “weaker sex”.
Pic of Goddess Durga at a Kolkata Puja; credit Arindam TTB (Used under a creative commons license)
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