Who will Save Sati?

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Here’s a poem based on a true story on how Harsh saved a from being alive in the name of a superstitious ritual named ‘Sati Pratha’ that is still prevalent in some remote villages of India. He penned this poem to spread awareness; a verse about to women, in .


Yesterday, I had a chance to visit my . I saw

A woman with her face covered with a rag of black fabric

Running disoriented on the dusty dumpy

‘An unfortunate widow,’ she called herself, when I asked who she was.


“What happened to you?” I queried “Why have you hidden your face?”

She fled far away before I could utter a word more

So desperate, desolate and dreary she appeared

That thundered my soul to the innermost core.


Soon I heard a commotion as if a large crowd is nearing

I saw hundreds of villagers running towards me

They were holding fire torches in their hands

Golu, did you see a woman with black fabric mask?”


“Where has she gone?” questioned the sarpanch[i].

“Why?” I asked, “Why are you searching her?”


Golu, we don’t have enough time to talk. Tell us where is she?

Else we will all become victims of Almighty God’s rage.”

The sarpanch continued, “Brought to her husband,

She is a cursed woman. Better hand her to the Goddess of Fire

To set her free from the curses,

Or else she would attract demons to hunt the village.”


I panicked hearing such heart rendering superstitious talks

Why women suffer so much for things they never do?

Why is a man not burnt alive when his dies after marriage?

How can people still have faith in such superstitious customs?

A plethora of surrounded me.


“She ran away in this direction,” I pointed my finger in the opposite direction

All villagers have gone, leaving tears in my eyes.


That woman came again to me but now smiling with hopes in her eyes

I offered her a proposal to come and live in my city at a rent that I’ll pay

She thanked me with glittering eyes.


And with a look, she asked a soulful question,

“You saved me.

But, who will save other women, like me out there in the world,

Tortured, threatened, strangled, burnt alive and

Murdered in the name of so-called rituals?”

[i] Village headman

©Harsh Vardhan ‘Samrat’

Photos from the internet.

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Harsh Vardhan 'Samrat'

Harsh Vardhan 'Samrat'

Harsh Vardhan ‘Samrat’ is a young poet from central India. Though he is just 18 years old, he penned more than 100 poems in English and Hindi, some of which are published in local newspapers and magazines. His first book ‘Humming Heart and Other Poems: An Anthology,’ will be launched in August 2017. He is currently pursuing BE from a reputed Institute of Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, and also working on a robotics project.
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