ANINDITA MAZUMDAR
Gender Disparity
Long debates have so
far been discussed about patriarchy,
affirming dominance,
chauvinism or so-called monarchy.
An attempt to
restraint or protect not is authority.
Rules and norms
further intensifying disparity.
Humiliation, guilt
and blame are tools to control
to forbid the rights
and privileges entitled at all.
Education and
education can only lead to enlightenment.
Hey girls! Raise,
awake and embrace this empowerment.
Be a doctor, or a
lawyer or in any other walks in life,
better to certify,
rather than being anyone’s wife.
A woman’s happiness
is no more restricted to marriage,
but on herself, the
way she nurtures well with courage.
Shame to the modern
world, where women are left behind.
Sorry to say, such
community deliberately seems to be blind.
A society that fails
to harness the energy of gross
women and their
creativity, not only obstacle but a loss.
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Holi
Festival of Spring,
festival of colors.
Iridescence all
around, knowing no bars.
A day’s canvas- in
myriads of opalescence.
Celebration of
victory over wrongs with legends.
Faith survives,
Holika burns to death.
Love overpowers evil
with every single breath.
Carnival to
commemorate “Raas Leela”.
An enduring love saga
of Radha and Krishna.
Mystifying shades
with flamboyant tint.
Colored powders and
water colors in every print.
A day to smear and
splash with vibrance,
Filled with ecstasy,
joy and radiance.
Rainbow of colors-
red, blue, green and yellow,
orange, pink and
purple in electrifying glow.
Let the spirit of
bliss and happiness enlighten
harmony and content,
experiences that brighten.
Let “joie de vivre”
sprout with tender leaves
and blooming flowers
that spring conceives.
Message of love and
brotherhood spreading over miles,
stretching all over
India and abroad, amidst merriment and smiles.
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My Feudal Lord
It’s been long time,
since you left,
might be quite few
lengthy years.
A bleeding heart, a
weary soul,
a bouquet of words
inked with tears.
Invisible scars and
wounds that caused
failed to heal over
time and again.
Preposterous
yearnings craved so badly,
Disrupted world and
drove insane.
Flaming hugs and
kisses that still
linger and confine
this body and soul.
How to forget you, my
dear, that
made me complete,
full and whole?
Today, it’s only
memories that haunt
and pull me far to
distant past.
Seem so bright, but
can’t hold tight,
wiped out from this
mortal crust.
Believe me, tried to
replace you, not
once ever but more
than that.
Something or other
appeared such
came back to you,
kept off my hat.
Even without being
with me,
you embrace me in
every way.
Thy casting spells from
far off land,
enthrals every night
and day.
Your valued presence
in my life is
far beyond the truth
to accord.
Listen to this
shattered heart, it
whispers thy name, my
Feudal Lord.
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ANINDITA MAZUMDAR
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