A Poem For Today’s India

Trolls on twitter. Hecklers on the street.
Followers on facebook, “where shall we meet?”
They seem to think we are not human but meat.
Women are fair game, it’s love and it’s war!

Namo…nnamaha! Vande Mataram!
Mothers and sisters, our salutations to you!
Only make sure your limbs are fully swathed
Smothered with textile, yard upon yard of silk or polyester
Head covered, face veiled with ghungat or scarf.

We men will sit at the chaupal and drink chai,
Talk about the elections and get home by and by.
For what work has a woman where men sit and talk?
And as for that low-born scoundrel, he can sweep all he can.
And when he is done, he can crouch on his heels,
sip some chai in a disposable cup, go staggering home,
To beat up his wife and curse all his kids.

For governance is ours, and it’s only fit for men
With 56-inch chests and egos to match.
What’s that? Did I hear you say “my vote”?
Cast it if you can, the voter’s list is mine.

While India goes shining and Mangoes get cheap,
While Hum, Aap and Woh make slogans galore.
Haath dega ya saath dega, yeh to nahin pata.
Aur cyberspace mein khile hain phool gulshan gulshan.
Aam hai aadmi,
lekin kahin nahin hai aurat,
kuch khaas nahin bhai, yeh baat hai purani!
Nahin bhi hai bhooke, pyaase aur runk.
Chhodo unki baat,
Nahin nikalthi hai ghee seedha ungli!

Cynthia Stephen is a social activist.

Tags:

Support Countercurrents

Countercurrents is answerable only to our readers. Support honest journalism because we have no PLANET B.
Become a Patron at Patreon

Join Our Newsletter

GET COUNTERCURRENTS DAILY NEWSLETTER STRAIGHT TO YOUR INBOX

Join our WhatsApp and Telegram Channels

Get CounterCurrents updates on our WhatsApp and Telegram Channels

Related Posts

Sundays

I sit still, lethargicAnd add new wordsTo the great tapestryOf female sorrows From a distant cityOver the ruinsOf a war he never foughtA boy cries, there is no wayBack to…

Operation Gold Rush

It's all about the gold.Hasn't it always been?The allure, the beauty of goldin whatever form it takes —wealth, power, fame, ironclad security. In Gaza the rush is on.Tanks, bombs, missiles,…

IN the HUMAN WORLD

In the human worldwe have heroesand villainsand cowards. Those who defend lifetaking risks aboveand beyond self interestthose who destroy lifeand those we do not carewho play games ofselfish detachment and…

Faces

The world is full.Filled with hardships.Filled with courage.Filled with suffering. EverywhereThere are human faces.Everywhere the pathosOf conscious mortality.Everywhere the pathosOf human faces. The world is full. Filled with struggles and…

The First Stone

If it were me in Palestineand I found you on a stretcherin a shell-shocked hospital,I would kneel beside youand take your hand in mine,wipe the blood from your faceand pray…

Join Our Newsletter


Annual Subscription

Join Countercurrents Annual Fund Raising Campaign and help us

Latest News