The Goddess And Her Sculptor [#Poem]

Every year comes Dussehra, and the Goddess is crafted again. What of the goddess' own dreams?


Every year comes Dussehra, and the Goddess is crafted again in the image of her sculptor’s dreams. What of the goddess’ own dreams?

Your skillful male hands
knead the mud
to shape me
as you may
in a set mould

since centuries
the same cast,
a million women
repeat and relive
a future of past

broad forehead
to bring you
lines of fortune

lotus-eyes to bring
compassion and wrath,
or when you say
doom- doom!

only love
and endearment
her lips allowed
to smile and sing

the tongue that drinks
your adversary’s blood
and never utters
a single word

the perfect curves
to be the mother
in her endless womb
your dreams to nurture

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the thighs strong
to bear you sons
fight your wars
defeat your demons

the embellishments, perfect all
to show your prosperity
and the burial in water
the final downfall

the ritual carving
of a mortal mother
every year
you dear man
her author
her sculptor!

First posted at author’s blog.

Image source: By AKS.9955 (Own work) [CC BY-SA 4.0], via Wikimedia Commons, for representational purposes only.

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Pooja Priyamvada

Pooja Priyamvada is an author, columnist, translator, online content & Social Media consultant, and poet. An awarded bi-lingual blogger she is a trained psychological/mental health first aider, mindfulness & grief facilitator, emotional wellness trainer, reflective read more...

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