Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Ancient Mother Mine:Shiva Ingole

Shiva Ingole

Ancient Mother Mine

None but I
Have tattooed songs of liberty
On the bare torsos
And planted drums of defiance
On the lips
Of womenfolk here.
From then on, my ancient mother
Conceives not the progeny
Of the sun and the moon.
At such a juncture
Even the aged cows
Are not sold to the butcher
But here-
In the polluted atmosphere
Of vedantic wrangling
All Draupdis are
Auctioned in the bazaar
And
I run a school for bastardized mothers and sisters
Since then, my ancient mother
Scrapes together
Rags of freedom
To cover
Her naked bosom.



Translated by H.V.Shintre

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