Dr. Namita Laxmi Jagaddeb, INDIA


Everywoman is a poet born to compose a world
of love in a poem rhymed with cadence
of nature, rhythms of rain and wind
of a good earth painted green; pampered with
whispering days and nights,
of a sun, moon and a crowd of stars.

She is to compose a world in a poem
of sweet freedom, weaving twigs and straws
together with things unfettered from daily miscellanies,
the things used, overused, misused, abused, too,
with free style vulgarities.

She, thus, traverses back and forth immensely
as history comes haunting her;
the men and myths and their wanton display
of women hit her hard in the face.
Anyway, it is the way of going about the reality
she has to tackle with a smile,
all that is junk, dirty and ugly;
cleansing and sharpening the tools with
a “fullers’ soap” and a “refiner’s fire”,
for she is to compose a world of joy
in a beautiful poem that will
“never pass into nothingness”.


I’m born of earth, I love it,
the sweet earth; but I loathe a golden deer,
for you to catch for me; a fleecing vision
sighted and lost moment to moment.
I, too, resent the “Laxman Rekha”
in whatsoever guises that shut off the doors
of life on womanhood.
Thus, no tear, no test of fire I admit,
for I’m a free woman.

All I want is you; to stop skirting
and take a plunge headlong into me,
my realm of silence; make it abuzz
with a honeycomb, I built for you
without your knowing it.

I’m born of fire, I like it, the fire of love
but I loathe the fire balls in their hundred eyes
of a whole gang of royalty feasting
on a woman, while devil’s fingers
labouring to unscrew her modesty and
a know-it-all smiling messiah finding it
not too late to help her out.

That’s rubbish; the myths and masks you wear
and admire, I’ve no need of them,
for I’m a free woman.

All I ask of you is; take my hand and fly
with me in the sunlit air,
till our feet are bouncy and
wings bright and breezy;
for all I need is you, to rise
and rise with me.

You killed her moment by moment,
by your thousand savage hands;
yet, she thrived; because, she is a woman,
a goddess, unkillable.
You killed her on live pyre; called her a “sati”;
You killed her in a lifelong prison of
forced bereavement; called her a dowager
wedded to the departed for lives on end.
You killed her, a half bloom soul awaiting
light and wind to smile; called her a virgin wife.
You killed her innocence in frenzied fancy,
when she was yet to know the world,
and called her a whore.
Yet, she thrived; because, she is a woman,
a goddess, unkillable.

Beware! She’s a spring breeze, can turn into
the eye of a storm any moment to break your neck.
She’s the sandal wood paste for a scorched heart,
can flare into a raging fire to devour a whole forest.
Beware! She’s a woman, a goddess, unkillable.

Dr. Namita Laxmi Jagaddeb is a lecturer in English at Mahima Degree College, Bijapali, Jharsuguda, Odisha (India). She writes poems in Odia and English and translates them into both languages. Her poems appear in State journals and International anthologies. Currently, she functions as the Chief Sub-Editor of ‘Rock Pebbles’, a UGC approved Peer-Reviewed Journal of Language and Literature. She is an official member of WNWU, Kazakhstan, which conferred upon her International Diploma, ‘TEMIRQAZYQ-the Best Poet-Writer of the World, 2018’ and ‘World Laureate in Literature-2018. She has been awarded the Bharat Ratna Indira Gandhi Gold Medal for 2018 by GEPRA. She has been presenting Research Papers in National & International Seminars and Conferences in India and abroad. Recently she has received the Biyotkesh Tripathy Best Paper Award (Runners Up) in International Conference on Performing the Nation, 2019, organized by Berhampur University.

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