3 Just For A Glimpse! An Unseen Paradox

Victim Blaming

I was born as a melodious song… Brahma’s prized creation

Made me a tempting statue to stand at the threshold 

Many tried to attempt, own me to feel victorious!

Wish to go back as a vapour to heaven

All my affections are now nothing but silent songs

All my wishes are gone to the wind

I am still lying like a rock even today, 

As my god hasn't come for me yet! 

Rain on my body has become tears,

Heat on my body has become fire in my heart,

Every breath is getting heavier in my rock form.

All my relations in life became meaningless

As my body has lost its elemental form! 

If I feel that 'my body' is 'me', then 

There is nothing but darkness in my eyes! 

The jilted Indra tilted the scale in his favor

Disguised as a saint looked lustfully at his prey,

With wile entered, had his lechery fulfilled

What did I get for my unknown sin?

A curse and this rock form?

Victim blaming is a norm that started with me!

Cursed to wait for centuries to get salvation!

Somewhere within, mixed with the pain,

There were images of soft flowers, my intense desires 

Still stagnant, just as a river, to reflect the flaw in my life!   

(The wronged judgement in the case of Ahalya)