Slam Poetry by a Poet Who Did Not Realise This Was an Mun
Emergency…
Emerging seas
The emergent need
Need for growth need for truth
Like a fetus in a womb
Like a corpse in a tomb
Tomb, make room
For an idea that sprouts
From within the ground
STERILISE!
your mind
For within it you’ll find
The endless love of a mother’s hand
The vast expanse of Mother India’s land
“A tyrant!” they chant
For I tire and rant
But a woman must not speak
Remain demure and meek!
Yes I am a woman
A fighter, a poem
“Free the prisoners!”
They scream in vain
Veins of blood poisoned
Our cheeks moistened
We seek the male voice
To restore our sanity
Sanity, gravity, brevity
But don’t you see?
We need no thinkers
No knowledge no newspapers
We use scrapers
To scrape her
To drain her
To chain her
My name, so plain
Yet it hides the truth…
It takes but one letter to transform
From a county to a country
From a bust to a burst
From a cave you carve
Carve the letter ‘r’
Place this creation
in our blessed nation
And there I emerge
With all my divinity
India to Indira
The true femininity…