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In the world of all comforts,
In the world of absolute care and affection,
In the world of motherhood.
Ten months I was basking, in my mother's womb.
Happiness running down my spine – I thanked God,
His blessing in disguise, rather he in disguise – My mother,
Who is she? How she will be? - I don't know,
Am I her replica? Am I her miniature?
I struggled day after day to open my eyes.
To look at her dazzling beauty and to admire her.
Her hands were made to carry me,
Her arms were made to hug me,
Her shoulders were made to bear me,
My mother, the only person on this whole earth to love me more than I do myself.
I longed to see her face,
Why this ten months vigil? Why not now? My heart bumped!
Days rolled and months passed.
I kicked my way.
A pat on my back,
I cried, it was tears of happiness.
Where is my mother?
Place me on her hands, let me sense her breath,
Let that be the first air I breathe.
With great joy oozing out I slowly opened my eyes.
To see her eyes which is longing to see my eyes.
Mom! With great excitement I gazed.
But it was the blue sky that welcomed me to this new world.
Where is my mother? Where is she? Is she not carrying me?
I searched for her.
Then where am I placed? I looked around.
The cradle squeaked.
Sudden fracas and turbulence hit my ears.
In a fraction of a second I was surrounded by people.
Nobody like me and nobody liked me.
I moved from one hand to another.
But I never smelt my mother.
My mom was missing.
Did she leave me?
I was in a fix.
Yes, she left me.
What made her to hate me even before I was born?
She left me alone in this callous world.
Abandoned me,
Branded me an orphan,
Made me languish in pain,
Agonize in vain,
My day turned dark and despondent,
My life turned bleak and impotent,
But still my heart longed to see my mother.
I can never in my life hate her.
Because I was in her.
My ire was directed only at God,
He wrote my fate,
He took my mom, what more can I ask,
Nothing can replace her in my life.
I said “My God my first and last wish,
Give every child the power to see even before they were born,
Children like me, who are so unfortunate
Can see their mother's face at least from their womb.
BY
MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM
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"How you die has lot to say about how you lived"
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Death
whispered
Lustrously
Now you are mine
Why to take me now cause I am just Nine
I have years to live and still want to shine
Never touch me
Callously
Heart still
Beats
But
Your blood
Invited
My cancer cells
Soul alone exists your body is pledged
15 July, 2016
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From devadasi in temples to women of the streets,
Form hooker to harlot,
From courtesan to call girl,
Whether a paramour in the hands of wealth,
Or a Whore engaging in promiscuous sexual intercourse,
So many names and so many fames,
Above all I am a human being too,
Often referred as the lady of the evenings,
People forget that I also have mornings,
I use my body for lewd purposes,
But this is my job may be the worst of all,
This is not for pleasure, greed or money,
I am trapped to this vicious world,
These callous men turned me a used good,
Now whom to be blamed?
This society calls me ‘Characterless’
Because I pledged my dignity for this profession,
May be the oldest of all,
I never dreamt of marriage,
I am an impoverished cultural outcast,
I am excommunicated,
I work in darkness,
And that’s why people fail to see me in light,
But Menaka, Rambha, Urvashi, and Thilothamma,
The celestial demigods – who are they?
Indian mythology says this as high-class prostitution?
This is the harsh reality,
I spare myself for making you elated
But you brand me the “curse of this society “
I never look at my mirror with joy
My own reflection titters at me
I see only destation and revulsion around me,
I scream in agony and excruciation
But for people they are pleasure sounds and sex noises,
I have dissolved my high spirits in the ocean of Hedone
Where my conventionality and morality have gone invisible,
Now I stand before this society as a misanthropist,
An elite lady – who changes her boy friend every now and then,
I love my John just for few minutes,
I eventually break up for the next John to stay,
When I walk down the streets I never look up,
For the eyes of women fend off,
For the eyes of men fond off,
They rate me based on complexion,
Being a black seducer I am paid low
But none discovered my hearts white glow,
From a lad to a gray man,
All try to touch my skin,
But none so far have tried to touch my soul
For them I am a doll – without feelings or pain,
But for me no pain no gain,
I can never change this world,
Or the way they treat me,
Likewise I can never change myself,
Or the way I treat my men.
I am searching my bright future in the night,
And I call this my nocturnal life.
BY,
MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM
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I break my back bone to cultivate your life,
Your life, I mean your daily rice,
The rising sun never wakes me,
I am already on the field saying Good morning,
When my fingers dig with axe and sickle,
My Earthworm friends greet and wiggle,
The scent of rain , petrichor gain,
That earthly scent cures my blisters and blain,
When the cool breeze touches my vein,
I feel this is heaven and forget my pain,
Though my stomach growls to break the fast,
I grind the grains for my sapiens feast,
When rats and snakes bite with fangs,
That is no more blood but wet red sand,
Where I immerse my feet deep inside,
And my mother holds me firm from deep inside,
This is my life – a happy life,
Always surrounded by green purple loosestrife,
When everything changed like moving clouds,
My motherland in hunger cried out loud,
I tried to stop the monsoon wind,
But it has too lost its moisture kind,
I begged my neighbors for water source,
But scarcity has blocked their way and I can't force,
To take this pain to the ears of God,
So many sacrifices and prayers flawed,
My biggest hope is my human clan,
He can understand because I have filled his urn,
I am standing outside to reach his eyes,
But he gives me a pen to write my cries,
I know to till and I know to plough,
I know to sow and I know to grow,
But not a letter to read or write,
Should I be a literate to show our mother's plight?
It was you who ate,
Now hate to hear my dreadful fate!
When your mother dies you work to earn,
How can you forget her love and concern,
She bequeathed her to make you live,
To see her die I can't live.
People of Tamilnadu are suffering from acute water scarcity. There is no enough water for agriculture. Our farmers are dying day by day consuming pesticides just because there is no water to carry out agriculture. They are struggling and protesting in non-violent ways to expose their problems to this world and bring a solution to save this land and our lives because if there is no Agriculture there is no food which means no livelihood.
I dedicate this poem to all the farmers across the world.
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Is this world made only for males?
Even History talks about 'His' Story only,
But I am the creator,
The creator should rule her creations,
I am the Master of this magnificent world,
Not a slave or serf to the feudal men,
Power never goes with gender,
Your prowess lies only in your cognizance,
Facing Dictators for years and years,
I have learnt to write my own fate,
This domination and suppression for ages,
Has sculptured my thoughts sharp,
Though manist needles stitched my mouth,
And tied my tongue with despotic credo,
Nothing can stop my hubristic thoughts,
Never the dry winds can swallow the mighty ocean,
Denial of self respect is denial of life,
Why confine me to a scullery?
When you can eat why not cook?
When you can wear why not wash?
When you can force why not follow?
This celestial sphere is boundless,
Immense and unfathomable,
My dreams are same,
Measureless and undefined
Your arbitrary chains can never pull my aspirations,
When you curtail, an inch grows more,
Discrimination for generations,
Pricked by Rape, Dowry and Adultery,
Wounds and sores all over burn,
But never the heads of male chauvinists turn
From time immemorial I was ruined,
Female foeticide and infanticide always rule,
Tradition and custom hinders my way,
Antiquated and rusted walls erected all around,
My cry for freedom hardly touches the blind ears,
But the gravel hearted men always begrudges,
Disparages and denigrates me,
Am I so inferior in your eyes?
With my muliebrity I brought you to this world,
With my muscularity I can bring this world under me,
Who are you to reserve my rights?
Now I Emancipate myself from your clutches
My wings are wide and extensive,
They are not to flap and fan your royal slumber,
I wanna fly high,
Across the boundaries,
Reach those alluring skies,
And shout “ I am the most powerful creation of all”
I am The Women.
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Rithika decorated herself with orange flowers and white pearls,
The beautiful pink silk saree made her so admirable,
Bouquets and wishes filled her hands - it was her first wedding anniversary,
Rithika had made all the arrangements for her wedding eve,
The orders were placed well before,
From the candle light dinner to the costly surprise gift – everything was there,
Except Kamal,
Kamal an civil engineer by profession,
A person known for his excellent technical skills.
His sincere and dedicated work made people appreciate him.
At the same time he was also a warm hearted friend and a genial host.
Rithika waited patiently on the corridor, till the golden sun bid good bye,
“This is highly irritable” she said. Her iris went wet,
“Kamal has changed, he never shows an iota of interest on me” wiping her tears she went in.
A sudden knock at the door, Rithika ran swiftly,
She opened the door to see Kamal holding a kink-tailed cat in his left hand
“This is absured, is this cat my wedding gift” she screamed.
Kamal stood puzzled,
The whole room became dark except for those sparkling objects in Kamal’s right hand that emits light.
A beautiful diamond necklace.
Rithika was astonished,
“This one I bought for you and this one I caught for you” Kamal gave her the two gifts.
Rithika was speechless, she kindly said “you are my generous gift”
Kamal hugged her and love flowed over and over.
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"Ma, How are you?
How is dad ?
How is our sweet home and how is my room?
Ma, I know you will be waiting for me,
Dad is calling my mobile continuously,
Thanks for your love my dear,
Ma, you told me only after death a person can go to hell ,
You are wrong my dear mother,
Even after marriage a person can go to hell,
Why this wedding ceremony mother to put dad and you in debt?
You can never fulfill my in-laws because they are not humans,
They can digest money, gold and silver,
How long can you feed them?
Ma, this marriage was not for me,
But for the car, the motor bike, the jewels, the furnitures,
Because they want only those to be with them and not me,
Ma, I know how much dad struggled to make my wedding a grand success,
But my mother -in- law says his son’s life has turned a failure,
They find fault in everything I do, even if I sit or stand,
I don’t know what to do and I simply stand,
Ma, I think He doesn’t like me,
He really knows nothing about marriage or wife,
He thinks wife as a slave and a living doll for her Mom to play and hurt,
They make my body burn, bleed and sore
It is paining ma,
He needs me in night and in the mornings out of his sight,
Ma , how long to grope in darkness ,
Now I have become blind,
They in the name of marriage have bought a richest maid,
My whole body has become numb,
Ma, I am not able to feel myself,
Is this my gender curse?
Ma, but you don’t worry all my problems are going to end,
I cannot let it flow all time ,
I am going to bring a solution for this,
I know who can bring an end to this,
I have come to meet him now,
But there is a big queue ma,
No wonder ! I am going to meet him today,
Ma, only he can resolve this,
Because he created women,
This negotiation is not for my life which ended just 10 mins back,
But for my next birth,
If I have a next birth I want to be only a man,
Ma, you are still waiting for me near the doors,
Dad is still trying for my mobile,
But I will never come,
Ma, I promise you,
When I meet God I will ask only to change my sex and not my parents."
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Political upheaval broke our peace to pieces
Absolute monarchy and aristocracy was our big curses
Neglected by our own rulers we struggled
Dictators and merciless killers ruined us from soul
Emerged The French revolution
Momentous event to unfurl poor's life
Orders to establish equality liberty and fraternity
Nationalism suffered a death blow
Inhuman we turned by sending elite to guillotine
Unleashed our own trapped rights and dignity
Marched towards a bright future after " The reign of Pandemonium "
27 July, 2016
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The mountains of brown covered with green carpet of trees,
When they nod their heads I feel cool winds and breeze,
Every time I ask them to come down, they say no,
All at the same time but how I don’t know,
The mountain peaks serve as seats,
And the passing dark clouds have their meet,
They share their worries for being black,
And shed their tears for a whitening pack,
The cries are loud with copious showers,
They look like beads on the peonies flowers,
Every drop tastes so good,
And the starving arid lands take them as food ,
The land is now fertile and the sapling grows,
As a beautiful pimple young girl face shows ,
From the tender crop to lush green women,
The beauty of which is admired by all breezy men,
Every time the male winds touch,
The greeny women puts her head down to blush,
She dresses herself with scarlet flowers,
And perfumes herself with fragrance talc,
She carries the nectar in her smiles,
For which the drone bees come from miles,
The buzzing honey bees play their bands,
And the pollens dance on the flower bed stand,
The glittering brook sings the song,
And the party goes till the sun is gone,
Now comes the Night lady,
With great beauty and white bindi,
She adorns herself with Lilly and jasmine,
And looks the most beautiful yasmine,
She bends down to see her reflection,
The convex meanders reflects with perfection,
She sings the song of silence,
And waits for her convergence,
This is a beautiful lullaby of summer,
And the nature goes for a peaceful slumber.
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