}} 4 by Pratibha Nandakumar |

Poetry at Sangam

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4 by Pratibha Nandakumar

The eternal question
Do I ask for it?
The moral brigade would crush me
with their arrows.
Yes, they can come into my bed room
and demand to cover me with thick chaddar.
I make futile attempts to quote Kalidas and Valmiki.
Even recite couplets on the fierce goddess
who stands on Shiva stamping his erect manliness.
I say I am docile, only asking for it.
I must be worshiped.
Even gods have to marry to do it
unless a Shiva lusts for a Vishnu turned Mohini,
for the welfare of the humankind.
Hoshang will love this story.

I do not. I despise the argument and
I am stuck at that word.

 

PRATIBHA NANDAKUMAR