Even when I was born Aphrodite, a nubile adult,
I was married off with a hideous blacksmith-
To avoid divine rivalry
As if, conspicuous beauty was a jinx.
A rattan frame – my bones
Clayey fresh river mud – my flesh
Sandpaper and varnish – my lustre
All those paints – my apparel;
Voluptuousness – can’t help
How male sculptor behold me,
And all that idolatry – that’s confluence of
Your dismay and flailing fragility.
Today, if I say all of us, on or off the pedestal,
Are goddesses and our divinity
Is the pinnacle of love, pleasure and procreation,
You’d succumb to your own prison
Set aside scorn, blinded patriarchy
See your own peril for once,
We are cynosure of genesis,
If we burn today, you burn with us.
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Women are revered in this country in the form of Goddesses, but people are just as quick to tear real women off the pedestal. You might even be of the opinion that women needn’t be given the position of a Goddess, just treating her as a respectable human being is enough. With this creative prompt, you can talk about this dichotomy, about a Goddess who has inspired you, a real life woman that you think is a Goddess, or anything else that comes to your mind.