She sits atop a hill,
the brown stone Goddess
Bleeding.

She squats and part her legs,
the yoni splattered with red,
Bleeding.

No cloth, no pad, no shame
a wild wild woman untamed,
Bleeding.

Her vermilion melts, and drops and paints,
her forehead to her yoni,
Bleeding.

The blood feeds earth
melting the hearth,
Bleeding.

The red of life,
preserved in a menstrual cup
Bleeding.

From the kumkum to bindi to choori to saree,
she a woman deliquescing in red,
Bleeding.

On a sea of sand
A pair of parched lips
Pasted on the burnt skin.
Waiting...

Under the violent Sun
She stood by a *** of water
Waiting...

The bent crooked back
wrinkled flesh falling of her bones...
Waiting...

Sun runs to his mistress
Hidden behind the clouds of West,
She stands watching their union
Waiting...

Waiting for a drop of water
From the *** kept beside her

The *** she can't touch

She, a woman
A polluted piece of flesh
A scheduled caste!!!

Bind a river
Burning and wild,
Tame the stream
And colour me red.

Touch and ***** and chew the flesh
Chain my wrist and paint thine stench

Seat me on the bed and hail
A pale body, hair dipped in red
Dance in frenzy and scream and wail

Sew the wings in her flesh
And call her an angel!

The muse that keeps you alive,
The demon who kills you.

Chop chop tree
Whip whip glee

Tame the horse
Hide remorse

Make a home
Build a dome

Dam on river
River under dam

2 acre wheat
3 acre bajra

Marry a woman
Veil the face
Make a son
Buy the lace

Make a God
Build a shrine
He ain't yours
He all mine

Chop chop tree
Hammer the glee

Cut the hill
Continue the drill

Make a home
Destroy a dome

Dam under river
River on dam

2 acre wheat
3 acre bajra

**** a woman
Burn the face
Make a son
Tear the lace

Sell the God
Buy a Shrine
You ain't His
He ain't thine

Chop chop tree
Buy the glee
He ain't human
Nor are thee.