RASHMI BAJAJ FEMINIST POEMS

1.A WOMAN’S METAMORPHOSIS

No more
Helpless hopeless
Dreaming of
The ever_elusive
Golden dawn
With eyes
Drenched in
Gloom and remorse

She has
Worked out
Her own
Metamorphosis

Numerous suns
Now explode
Inside her
Effulgating
Illuminating
The entire cosmos!

                      
2.VAGINA AND BREASTS

Ever Since
I was conceived
I was
Not a foetus
But a Female Foetus
Came out
From the womb
A Female Infant

A Girl child
I grew up
Straight into
A WOMAN
Never ever
Made to feel
A HUMAN

All days
All nites
Forced to
Live my BODY
Body has become
My only identity
I often wonder
When the bell tolls
And Final Darkness falls
when the bodys drops
And my soul
In hell/heaven rests
How will the soul
look like__
Ethereal formless
Or it too
Would have grown
VAGINA AND BREASTS?

3. THE NEW INDIAN WOMAN
Daring defiant
She marches past
Not only Manu
The ancient scripter
But Modern messiah
Marx too

All her crutches
Thrown aside
She bursts into
Ecstatic
Dance of Life

Disowned by All
The Rights n Lefts
Wooed by Unknown
Vistas umpteen
Sanguine smiling
Moves she on
The Unstoppable
New Indian woman…

                                  _ RASHMI BAJAJ