While walking through rural Haryana, I was deeply struck by the names given to young girls: names like Antima, Kaafi, Maafi, Batheri, and Kshama. The irony of these names—synonyms for apology and regret—contrasted sharply with the lofty rhetoric of empowerment. This poem emerges from that memory, a stark reflection on the hollow celebrations of Women’s Day and the harsh reality many women endure.
And while we sit
in our plush cabins,
dressed in the choicest garms,
talking about empowerment,
inspiration and elevation
of "we, the women",
a girl is born
in the rural remotes,
and for the rest of her life,
she will be called,
no,
not by the names of Durga or Lakshmi,
but by the synonyms
of apology and regret.
Happy women's day.
Sounds so hollow...right???
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.