When I bow
down you don't see
when I shout
the mantras you go deaf
I don't know
your cell number
It must be
zero but I have never tried.
How can I
tell my woes
my body
aches, my son's insolence
my husband's
night shocks and my
neighbour's
dog waking me all night?
All your
temples are shut
the masked
priests don't chant
the real
mantras, they mutter and turn
in fear of
everything you have released
on man and his
small world.
If you are
not deaf and blind
see me,
listen to me and come down
my world is
off the track, my mind
moves like
your chakra bleeding
my innards
and never stops.
Sabita Sahu
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