The city was dark even in the shimmering lights,
Almost like it was evening at midday.
The rain poured incessantly
Like someone cried from the skies above.
She watched the crowd,
Amidst the cloud and downpour,
Looking frantic in joy
Cheering for an idol
That was quite a lookalike.
They chanted Mantras,
Offered the best of fruits
Paid their respects, hands folded
Yet she sighed unimpressed.
She turned her back to the crowd,
Walked away from the light,
Into the darkest alley
Of a city that barely survives.
Hungry eyes asking for help,
Homes washed away, identity at stake.
A teardrop blurred her Kohl drawn eyes,
As she turned again in a corner
That led to an end.
There stood silhouettes
Of tortured souls wailing;
Grasping at her, hoping.
Young, old, rich, poor,
Every soul tormented by touch;
She, who is Justice
Stood shocked and helpless at first;
Anger and agony aligned,
As She knelt before them
Weeping in despair, asking questions,
Could she help those who waited for Her?
Was it too late to start?
She felt His touch gently on Her shoulder
Reminding Her to be the Mother
Protective of Her soldiers.
"You are not alone,
Neither were they...
I promise you that,
Let the blood boil in rage."
She picked up His Trident
Becoming Light Herself.
She was now dark, hungry for blood,
The more she killed, the more they become
Everything evil, every thought, every action.
Tired and frustrated she stood breathless,
Bruised, undeafeated, waiting
When she heard a commotion.
She witnessed fear in the eyes of the enemies
She could feel Her strength regain,
As footsteps approached Her from the Light,
That of Him and the Children.
She was not alone, in this war,
The battle was far from over.
In a distance voices echoed
In slogans of true worship.
Behind Him, who destroys all and Her Children,
The symbols of prosperity, wealth, knowledge and strength,
Stood millions of men and women.
Children raising their fearless voice,
The Queer, the odd, the rejected, the scared,
Demanding justice, for everyone.
She smiled, knowing she could now win the battle,
No matter how many demons came and rattled,
Maybe it would take some time and perseverance;
They were thousands but her people were more,
Ones who refused to forget the cries
That haunted Her to the core.
She gave them strength, hope and patience
Promising to come back time and again,
As long as they promised to worship Her in essence,
Respecting Her strength in every woman,
Unlike those with pompous extravagance.
She left this time, unexpectedly early,
Vowing to those who refuse to bow:
The gloomy sky that rained in grey
Once again would find sunshine
The sleepless eyes, teary and weary
Would once again find their smile.
Suranya
(06.10.2024)
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