ADMINISTERED FLOCK~by Jyotirmaya Thakur

 

 

ADMINISTERED FLOCK

Whenever we sat for a family decision
Men folks spoke and we all listened
Women heard without any interruption
We were too small to argue or reason.
As we grew up we held an opinion
But were stopped on every instance
We waited for our turn of expression
Drama was a monologue procession.
The game of conversation was a feign
A chessboard with only one king reign
Queen and princesses out of the game
Listening is a talent with tongue tame.
This is the fate of world’s better half
To obey all orders and ritually starve
To cultivate virtues with a silent laugh
Dignified ladies is dumb marble carve.
A king asked his consort to drink poison
She became immortal’Mira’with this portion
Outcast by great ‘Ram’ she was exiled
She became ‘Sita’ in Ramayan archived.
Like a tall statue held high on a pedestal
All her arguments stuck in throat deep well
Burnt alive with her dead husband perchance
Hailed as ‘Sati ‘ crying in a funeral dance.
Marriage broken on flimsy ground stance
Three times spoken ‘talak’ without a glance
Blessings of free life was never granted
Even a saint’s curse an ‘Ahilya’ cremated.
Own baby girl in mother’s womb aborted
Neighbors daughter as ‘Devi’ worshipped
All women existence trapped in a rock
When will humanity accept this flock ?
Jyotirmaya Thakur ©® 2018
Portrait by famous ‘Adnan Jasmi.