The divine mother, beauty incarnate, was worshipped night and day,
The goddess of creation, wisdom and change she was,
always symbolising a good cause.
Temples were built in her honour,
every house had her image in a corner.
Every business, marriage or event started with a whisper for her blessing,
She would be bathed, decorated and adorned with beautiful jewellery and dressing..
Across the ages, her spirit lived and strived,
in the minds and hearts of the builder, the weaver and the scribe.
A woman was considered an embodiment of her and treated with respect,
she made mankind flourish and spent her life making her family content,
but slowly an eclipse mars the golden rays of her presence..
An evil time draws near and now she is neither worshipped nor free.
Nor respected and revered by all corners of the society.
A few unlucky souls who are overcome by the eclipse,
beat her up, treat her badly and bind her spirit,
they burn the beauty and bury the erudition,
with abuse, harassment and rape,
and then at the rage which follows, they silently gape.
All parts of society are under the same fire now,
things have become bad and consequences of venturing outside are dire now,
the common man has become a beast and a liar now.
The goddess implores for consideration and kindness silently,
she can make the land prosper only if we set her free,
otherwise she will withdraw into a shell and become angry and explode,
and spread havoc and confusion across the country, state city and court.
When a man hurts the gentler spirit and body of a woman, he invokes,
a spark, a splinter, a fire, a flood which might ignite and wipe out the beauty of Prithvi lok.
be warned she says, as she is suffering silently,
her fury grows stronger as women weep helplessly...