Indira Gandhi

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…