Incredulous
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
Of the formation of this universe, the
chaos that metamorphed into the sun,
the stars, the planets, you and me. The
violent rage and act of defiance by
Amnon and his death acting as a deterra
-nce, probably the first where the crime
did someone free. Did you know of all the
Greek tragedy, my favorite is the one told
by Sophocles? It talks of love, honor, the
duty, oppression and tyranny as it unfolds.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
I recall now that I once read, of woman so
strong, warriors she fed. Madhavi was her
name and she bore it with pride, she was
used as a fortune by them. Alas, it was
written by men. Forever, I did try to find the
genesis of his highness Macbeth or of
Sisyphus, who twice cheated death. If you
close your eyes, you can hear poor Orpheus'
lore.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
When they ask me to believe, I do often
gather, the four horsemen making their way
to end the world, but I'd take hurricanes and
tsunamis rather. Fearless as they are, it's the
women who call me from the narrative they
are written in, always longing to be at par.
The mightiness of the men, their heroism is
at what the story is often sold.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
Copyright © Manya Saxena | Year Posted 2021
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