Written in mud

How slyly you, shy away your slurs

The murmur, and the annoyingly cackle, graces the divine, oh little you!

You mother a rain, you mother the sound, you mother the universe

From society’s stigma, your vagina bleeds

Why you carve for coconuts in temples, why you yearn for new cloths, when you need a pad ?

The rusty tools, the bowels, another news of an abort

Did he ask?

Oh, you are born of flames, why you scare a race of rat,

That night, he drank your flames between your thighs

And today, you pissed, a humanity down

Shame, you wrote everything in mud

                                             - Roop K.Nath