(What is a woman if not the propagator of the species, the symbol of a culture, the conserver of a family. She can, unfortunately, never descend to human wants and desires. She never can be selfish. She always has to be self-abnegating.
What, then, I often wonder, is the point of pursuing my education and career when ultimately at the crescendo of my professional life I’ll be asked to let it go and choose the wiser, better option? This thought of inevitable futility kills me.
Patriarchy in the guise of marriage and in-laws while rob me of the fruits of my labours and claim them for themselves just like municipal corporation workers struttingly took away the fertile top soil from my block on day some time ago- like their names were written all over it.
The men in the poem are evil because of their actions and life-destroying machines. The foreboding aura in the last stanza shows what a lifetime of eve teasing, catcalling and harassment does to you- make you paranoid, and bias your perception so that every guy seems like a potential criminal…
… and how does one get out of this viciousness?
A patch of green
In front of my house,
With me share the seasons
And their troubles browse.
In winter it’s shrivelled up,
In summer it’s parched,
In spring it shoots up,
In autumn it’s abandoned for trees.
But it’s in rainy season we both thrive,
The drops on our parched bodies
Fill up the wear and tear,
Emotional and otherwise.
In its trail from our bodies
You find sins, burdens and repentance,
To leave each of us fresh and pure,
More green and sure.
We mature and proliferate
Beyond limits and boundaries,
But then they come,
Those men in uniform
On evil speaking machines.
They uproot my green
Ruthlessly, for its treasury
And leave it dying
While they rob it in a spree.
It dies a horrible death
And withers in the season of abundance.
And I, I feel small in front of the system;
Mistake my silence for protection.
Every first shower
Reminds me of the doleful destination.
Yet still I look out and await
The men on evil machines,
Or that patch of green?