I was chained…, The Shame…..

I was chained…..

                         -  Geetha munnurcode-

I am born as a girl,

And so I’ve been chained!

My ways were barricaded

With iron thorny fences

And my doors were shut in caution…..

The curtains swung on to my face

Neither swaying in a comfortable breeze

Nor letting the rays of hope in….

Everything around seemed to say

‘Stop, this is your limit.’

The very beginning glow of light

As an infant I perceived

Drilled pores in my stature

Pointing my limitations

My confidence shattering

I kept cursing…. , “I am a girl…..”

 Oh! How harsh it was to get trained

That I would stride and slide away myself

From hungry vultures and wolves,

That I would keep in safe custody

Of whatever precious things I posses,

That I could smash the polished pretensions

Of those near me to captivate me,

That I would choose and act righteously

In every step with mounting pressures…

The nightmares have been my bed mates….

The sufferings my day loads……

Whenever I felt myself unsteady

I cursed the day I was born……….

The Shame…......

                         -  Geetha munnurcode-

Deep from the dark skins of the past

Sprayed are the blood-jets……

That oozes out stories….

 Each of sorrows and suppressions….

Those scoff and scorn the humanity

Sprouted out of degraded betrayals….

The baffling of whips resonates……..

From the grieved, departed, slaved souls,

The chains of slavery even

Stretched to their graves,

 In every moth hill erupted there, fumes

The shame in the sufferings of racism…..

 Afraid am I, in this hour too that

Some where the white skin would

Over shine beyond heights,

Beam with gleeful temper

And tarnish some black skins.