To write a poem about womanhood, you have to become a woman first. And to become one, you have to survive one of the world’s best-rehearsed rituals of stealing away a young girl’s girlhood by a touch in the shadows. You have to let go and accept defeat to the grabbing hands. An invisible, black mark will stay on your soul. You have to carry it. You can neither cry nor scream like the many others. You are allowed to bleed, but not because of the blade with which you cut into your skin. You have to walk around and pack lunchboxes, and not talk, not speak of the hands. You have to live like nothing happened. Nothing happened in the shadows. You have to live to write this poem about that woman. About all women. About womanhood.
Author : Subarna Mohanty
Subarna Mohanty is an engineering graduate, currently on a break from life, asking necessary questions, introspecting and finally, actually learning. She lives in Cuttack, Odisha. She divides all her time between well-crafted fiction, well-directed cinema and her not-so-well-organised thoughts. Her poetry has featured previously in Spark literary magazine.
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