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The irony of it! While women are subjected to domestic abuse and girl children are killed in the womb itself, 'Durga' is celebrated as a symbol of woman power.
The irony of it! While women are subjected to domestic abuse and girl children are killed in the womb itself, ‘Durga’ is celebrated as a symbol of woman power.
The drums rolled, The lights flashed, The proscenium arch stood firm. The curtain gradually started to rise As people clamoured to get a glimpse of her She stood on the elevated podium Carefully holding her heavy props Draped in an embellished cotton saree, Her curly black tresses let loose. The red bindi shinning bright on her forehead. Her face looked radiant and her aura, indomitable. The stage was finally set to usher in Maa Durga, the embodiment of feminine strength and creative energy… While a few miles away from the festive fervour, Was another woman lying in the corner of her dingy home, Wearing a soiled saree with unkept hair. Her frail body bruised black and blue, She was kicked repeatedly by her man… For the life inside her, it was a girl… The rhythmic beatings of the drums from a distance gave her the strength It felt like a message from the Goddess She pulled herself together and decided to fight back. She held his hands firmly with all her strength, And dared him of the consequences Her blood red eyes gazed at him, As she vanquished the demon seeded within her man She knew she was strong and self reliant Inspite of all odds, she didn’t give up She nurtured the precious life inside her womb for days… A few months later,she gave birth to a baby girl She named her “Durga”…
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