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Marital Rape...

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India - Lady
Leading Government - Philanderer
U and me - People of the Lady

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A lecherous philanderer
was passing by..
when a lady, sweet and kind,
met his roving eye

she was graceful, elegant,
-beauty with a royal air...
innocent, noble,
with long, rich, lustrous hair...

He balked as he saw her,
stood agape with wonder..
and thought,"To let her go-
would be an unpardonable blunder"...

"Am in love with you O dearest"
he avowed as he approached her....
"I shall care for you and die for you
and love you as shall no other..."...

"I may look like a stranger-
But truly, I belong to thee..
never felt so, for anyone else"
he added with a glee...

"betrothing with ladies like you-
has been the tradition in my family...."
Continued he, "marry me, I promise,
we both shall live happily..."

"There are many who wish-
the same, who've fallen for me...
Its not in my hands," the lady said
"My people shall decide for me"

and then arranged was a poll
by the people of the lady..
to decide the best suitor,
and all the 'besotted' were ready...

some showcased their talents,
some had promises to make..
our philanderer was not behind,
he had his own take...

while all were busy,
promising heaven to the bride...
our philanderer, offered
lady's people, a hefty bribe...

"I shall give you this"
He promised,"And give you that-
don't worry 'bout the lady,
eat, drink, be merry and grow fat"

and out came the result,
as the people polled away...
though no one expected,
philanderer won the way..

The lady had watched the show,
with a brave, stoic calm-
"when its all left to God-"
she thought,"There can be no harm"

and then there was celebration
of the philanderers pride...
not for, he won his love-
but for he owned now the bride...

"Its finally the time to party
we have done our job,
of finding a stable groom!!"
so thought the drunken mob....

and then the night came..
of anticipation, of fear,
of nervous silence on the ladies part
of expectations, of desire...

She longed to meet the philanderer
and talk to him about
her desires, her needs, her dreams,
and know him all throughout..

and in he came, fully drunk,
with eyes full of greed,
his mind too full of rapacious will
to think of ladies need..

she was his, to be taken,
to be defiled, to be devoured,
to be used to quench his thirst,
to be enjoyed, to be ordered...

She was all his, to be loved,
to be cared, for all his life...
but who has time to wait and waste
when you own your own silly wife..

As the lady wept her silent tears,
too stunned to feel the pain...
her unconcerned people, slept all night,
dreaming of their gain..
dreaming of their gain..

-Ashutosh

(Do check the Comment... To know what I mean..)

Comments

Ash Karandikar said…
:-) .. to all those who have cared to enter into the comments scetion after readnig the poem.. something more :D ..

In the poem, by lady, I meant our beloved country and by the philanderer I meant our elected government. Although, they have a majority, and now when they can bring in reforms, go for a major shape up, all they care about is increasing the assembly seats, satisfying their silly allies, allowing Mamata to take the railway ministry to Kolkatta, and what not...

and am sure all of us, including me, -the people of India- are happy for the stable government that we all have elected..

something to ponder over.. isn't it???
Unknown said…
Clear. Effective. Eloquent. Nice work.
you need gutts to say the truth and more gutts to write it down. I am proud of your gutts dude. as i rightly said it is ultimate indian metaphor
Animesh said…
That was very good...I simply loved it. Its so very true, simple and yet emphatic. I hope this narration of such issues reach most of the people.
Abhishek said…
Aesthetic and Deep :)
loved it!
very well put....brilliant work...just a suggestion is try to keep them short....not always will someone be all enthu to read such long work....work on a narrow premise...but great thoughts!!
Shyam said…
Well...
Poem is really poetic,:-)
hatsoff to your construction and thoughts.

The lady had watched the show,
with a brave, stoic calm-
"when its all left to God-"
she thought,"There can be no harm"

As the lady wept her silent tears,
too stunned to feel the pain...
her unconcerned people, slept all night,
dreaming of their gain..
dreaming of their gain..

Lady still remained an observer
Believing and hoping for almighty's justice
Hoping someone to take care of her
And found Ashutosh Karandikar
bithin said…
a masterstroke, ashutosh...loved it
sudi said…
Good hai. Bhai very good hai. you are justifying one old saying. a pen is mightier than sword. keep the sharp writings up.
rahul said…
with an avid follower of ashus work this one is as good as it gets..but the situation is not all that grim as he suggests it to be.. one of the mainstay to a successful marriage is the stability...and more stable a marriage more successes it can reap.. the philanderer here is a single entity which in reality are made of hundreds of the so called rulers..and not everyone is born with a tendency to rape...there are good ones too..and actually the one who going to make up this government are some of very good ones..
Kamal said…
Great work dude!
Gives you goosebumps.
Unknown said…
Awesome... no words to describe the great analogy.. simlply superb...
gr88 metaphor, very well described.... but try to make it shorter....
keep going.. waiting for shorter one ;)
Harsh said…
great work ashu ..one of those very few thing of urs that i liked .... anyway lady had to maary someone by the rules of nature and good men were/are not yet available ... as far as this philanderer goes he has an opportunity to treat the lady well to stay in power for longer time or people of the lady will have their say in next many polls...so in a way even philanderer is in a pressure to perform and i hope it does....

Harshal
Nagoba said…
bahut lambi poerty/poem hai...padhne mein bahut time lagta hai...thoda chhota karo...itni acchi angreji words use kiye hain ki massallah...thanks for being a marital rape viewer in forms of poetry...
Nisha Joshi said…
Your poem is openly expressive and subtly dramatic. It has irony. Symbolism is a powerful poetic instrument. Keep writing. Oh n dont listen to those who tell you to keep it short. You got to say it all. John Milton's highly acclaimed poetic work 'Paradise Lost' ran into 10 books! So write away to your heart's content, bare your heart out. Consiceness sure is an art but completing the expression is more important.