Why need i camouflage my greys?
Or bind tight the frizz of my mane?
Let it remain unbound or matted,
For, there are no praises or accolades for a woman even in her braided hair or with a veiled face!
Even if she wields a hundred ladles by the hearth
Or bows down(to every whim) under those heavy eye lids ,
She will ever be scrutinized
By the lens , a man's world views her with,
With that tint of aberration, a judgement bias
For the most microscopic detail of error , zoomed out,
Understand, in a man's world it's never an observation error!
But why drag patriarchy at all,
When it's women who nurture a monster under the label of a MALE lineage?
This surge to subjugate Shakti continues when she remains the _saumya_ ( the demure 'n' domesticated) ;
The balance of polarities thus disrupted.
So Kali rises to stomp,
Drinking blood, her matted hair let loose,
Her dance breaks the chains of conformity
To restore the balance of every microcosm of the cosmos;
Her blood-stained tongue says it all -
That the poison of demonic power consumed,
She reveals the gray shades of a woman in the darkest of nights,
When I see her rising , need I camouflage my greys, for subservience to a society so depraved?
