Poetry

Shivnath Kumar Sharma

- Shivnath Kumar Sharma

Save Girls …

(An appeal by unborn baby)

Oh, my fabulous father,

Let me come out safely

I don’t wish to have a lavish life.

I’ll command what your order is

Study with my brothers’ books

If you think about my marriage,

That’s really upset you but I take a vow

That I’ll remain unmarried until

I stand by myself.

By study, I’ll be secured a job

And invest that salary to make

 Your life and poor life better

I’ll do to you more than a son can do

If you think that your daughter would do

Then you do please allow me

To come in this beautiful world

I’ll clean kitchen and cook for you

I’ll do more what a maid could do

Do not provide me branded dress.

I’ll wear used clothes and eat

Remnant rice and curry.

If think so …

Request, permit me to enter in this world.

Let me fly and fulfil my dreams…

Educate girls to agitate:

Educate girls to firmly agitate,

Raise voices against the patriarchal state.

Let them come out of the confined domain.

And allow them to know her life’s chain.

A domain of parochial thoughts,

And of conservative routes.

The time has patiently witnessed 

Women have been more exploited,

Women have been kept silent,

And imprisoned within thorny walls.

No individual identity, 

And no place or position.

Where can they express inner self?

Then where do they actually belong?

The society has entangled

For its own benefits.

Are they not capable?

To come out and stand lonely.

Yes, they are genuinely able

Some of them perform brilliantly.

Educate girls to agitate

Against the system that cull their flying wings.

Wake up girls and debunk

The power and privileges that undermine you,

Unveil your aged-old veils

And execute your dreams-plans

To determine and decorate destiny.

Just watch, everything falls at feet.  

Educate girls to firmly agitate,

Raise voices against patriarchal state.

An Elegy:

Winter seems to be unwelcome guest.

Darkness begins to loom large, the sunlight shrinks.

Silence prevails and mounting tears fall.

Dogs don’t bark, birds stop chirping.

City clubs disperse, the consciousness splits 

The wind pauses, flowing water terminates.

Everything appears to be hiatus.

A world of gloomy and uncanny rests. 

High- tides of water engulfed the budding boy.

Body gently descends in the depthness of the sea.

Friends only witnessed the saddened dance.

A dance of hopelessness boy and swirling water

Nobody dares to dream of rescuing him

All they phobic of water.

Now, he remains as a silent shadow

in the formless memory of parents.

Memory of many voices results in voiceless.

The rising ray of hope exhausts in the life’s mid-way.

Desirous and dreamful eyes corrugate forever.

He was the eyes, voice and evidence of their existence.

Can Parents’ heavy hearts be lightened?

Will there be assuage in their burning hearts?

Setu, August 2019