Ok, before you jump to conclusions,
this poem is NOT about my life.
It is a social commentary. When I saw the film, #PINK, I was inspired to post this. Do share your thoughts. Have you gone through any of these pains?
Does the patriarchal society bother you as well?
When did I really die?
Was it the day I was taught to ‘sit properly’ just because I was a girl?
Or the day I realised that there were different rules for us?
Or the day my brother was allowed to keep his motorbike despite accidents and police trysts?
Or was it the day I had a single accident and my bike was sold?
Was it the day my friend’s sister showed off her dowry?
Or the day I realised that marriage is an emotional and material deal?
Was it the day I got married?
Or the day I realised that I was now a wife?
Did I die the day the pregnancy test was positive?
Or was it the day I realised the responsibilities of a mother?
Did I die the day my boyfriend slapped me for the first time?
Or was it the day when scolding, blaming and beating became part of marriage?
Maybe I died when I was told that I was a woman
Or was it when I was exploited the first time?
When my cousin tried to molest me and my father hushed up everything
Or when a relative teased me and my in-laws chose to remain quiet
Maybe dying was a process and not an event. But now the stink is unbearable.
The silence pierces through the darkness deafening me
Ummm…Maybe I just died …just before I wrote this…
– Penned by Mayura Amarkant
Special thanks to Vishal Bheeroo, a conversation with him reminded me that I had written this poem a while ago.
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