An intense ballad about the perversity of the society for a woman, her sexuality, and salvation, by Kabir, in Different Truths.
One night, two souls united
Breaking many customs of their world
Giving birth to a baby girl
Mother breathed her last oxygen
Father felt one pain and one happiness
Step one, two, and three, her stroll started
Turning into a girl, in a school
Where one hand touched her often
Blooming love, but she was banned from that
Turning the school into two different rows
Two rows, woke up the difference among them
Next day, one handcuffed her, painted her black
Eyes never saw that face to say to her father
A father who was a mother
Washed her face like a feather washes the wind
Step four, five, six, girl broke the castle
Reaching her womanhood, she got a card
A card over which was written three numbers
With a curvy painting of her body
It went on to become her attachment
Professor used to peek through her salwar
Trying hard to have a look of the place
Which gave him the identity of being a man
Lovers uniting with her only to feel the curve
Buses used to turn into a claustrophobic room
On which several beasts fighting for a meat
Seldom did anyone say that she wasn’t one
Step seven, eight, nine,
Career became her lover, when she felt
That she had seen the reality
Little did she know that it’s the tip of the iceberg
Her beauty gave her the spotlight
Which subsequently gave her another card
Shorts, cleavage-filled with lust
She had seen the tip on which she worked
Making a movie based on how we see nudity
Scene where Leo is painting Winslet
Forgetting the aura of love around
Our pants start to break open its chamber
Inviting the devil of lust to break upon a woman
Another scene when screened over our own film
We turn into a beacon of salvation
Shattering every silicon living around
Saying that it is destroying our own culture
A lady who pens her sexual assaults
With a pen straight enough like a javelin
To reveal what she went through forcefully
We decide that the words are too vulgar
When a penis enters a vagina without her will
That is seldom seen as vulgar
But the words “penis” and “vagina” creates a storm
A lady painted with clothes meant just for the body
Whereas the body is not her part
The soul inside is naked like the nature
No one worries about the nudity of nature
But everyone has a serious opinion
About how a woman should reveal her body
Her whole life is surrounded by numerous bans
Which she talks with like the witches of Macbeth
Cleavages are not meant to catch a man’s eye
It is meant for a baby’s lip
Navel is not meant for to be stared and kissed
It is meant to tie up the baby with a cord
A woman is not a piece of meat
Or a combination of your devil’s queen
She is an ocean, on which your rivers meet.
© Kabir Deb
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