Her face is black and shiny <br />Like a just burnished ebony <br />When Sun rays swept <br />Into beads of her cold sweat <br />Hundred more Suns did reflect <br />At once, glowing bright <br /> <br />Her toil since childhood <br />Bestowed her the best shape <br />To make jealous any Miss World <br />Her rhythmic movements <br />While at work or when <br />She does simply walk <br />Can sure invoke poetic zest <br />To follow her elegant gait <br />To run eloquent into metrical beats <br /> <br />Those countless tears and holes in her sari <br />Struggling to cover her raw, rustic beauty <br />Are like windows to her explicit misery <br /> <br />Her total muliebrity so natural <br />Like a leaf amongst leaves <br />A flower amongst flowers <br />Flowing like a gushing waterfall <br /> <br />No wild surmises about her <br />She is not a glittering cine-star <br />Nor a cover girl on a tabloid <br />But, a very common Indian maiden <br />One of several millions seen <br />Anywhere in our dear Nation <br />Paddy fields, labor yards or fish ponds <br />Salt pans, spinning mills or gold mines <br />As omnipotent as poverty <br />Reigning high in this great country <br />Where womanhood is worshipped <br />As Goddess Adi Para Shakhty <br />The holy Generatrix deity <br />Governess of the whole universe with piety <br />But in blood and flesh her earthly body <br />Seen as sheer sex symbol only <br />By those eyes of leering lechery <br />She is an oppressed grace <br />Of God's choicest creativity <br />She is an ever- drudging human gender <br />Serving vainglory husbands <br />And a desecrated living Idol <br />In a ravaged humane temple <br />Sathya…….<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-idol/
