Textual poem for (VSKUB) B. Com I semester students
Indian women – A Poem by Shiv K Kumar
In this
triple-baked continent
women don’t
etch angry eyebrows
on mud
walls.
Patiently
they sit
like empty
pitchers
on the
mouth of the village well
pleating
hope in each braid of their Mississippi-long hair
looking
deep into the water’s mirror
for the
moisture in their eyes.
With zodiac
doodlings on the sands
they guard
their tattooed thighs
Waiting
for their men’s return
till even
the shadows
roll up
their contours and are gone beyond the hills.
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Summary:
The
poem “Indian women” by Shiv K Kumar
deals with endless story of sufferings of women of Indian subcontinent. The
highly structured patriarchal society evolved in India through its long history
of political and historical upheavals, in which women are the most oppressed
and exploited lot. In such distressed conditions, the Indian women practice
their infinite patience in their lives while they go through triple-baked
sufferings at the hands of the sun, sex and poverty. The harsh sun makes them
to trek long distances to fetch water. In this process, she is baked like a
pitcher in the hot sun. In her conjugal duties, she is the most exploited in
terms of sex as she is only letting her man to extort his love from her. Thirdly, the women are the worst sufferers from
the excruciating poverty of her family.
They
do not etch their angry brows on the mud walls, because within their homes
their status remains so insignificant. Their emotions are completely
neglected. Within the mud walls of their
homes, they are the passive receivers of male love and anger without their
participation. “Mud walls” indicate the existing poverty, a condition which
does not affect the women alone but all members of the household. But man can
etch his brows on the mud walls (raise his eye brows in anger) and the woman
cannot.
patiently they sit like empty
pitchers on the mouth of the village well
pleating hope in each braid of
their Mississippi-long hair
looking deep into the water’s
mirror
for the moisture in their eyes.
This
beautiful image evokes the typical Indian village woman who spends much of her
time like an empty pitcher in the mouth of the village well. It is the duty of
the woman to fetch the required amount of water for the domestic purpose by
trekking long distance. She sits on the mouth of the village well like an empty
pitcher waiting for her turn to collect water from the well. But, the water is just trickle and is not so
deep to read her reflection with tears in her eyes. Even in this hopeless distress,
they pleat hope in each braid of their Mississippi-long hair.
Guarding their tattooed thighs
waiting for their men’s return
till even the shadows
roll up their contours and are gone
beyond the hills
Tattooed
thighs of women refers probably the names their men (hubands) are tattooed to
indicate the ownership of their femininity. The female has only the duty to preserve her chastity
of her femaleness by guarding her thighs against possible intruders. The guarding
of her chastity is done not for herself but for the man whose name is tattooed
on her thighs. She waits for her man’s return who has gone beyond the hills. It is now dusk and all the women have already
left the well for their homes. The shadows have vanished and the Sun has sunk
beneath hills. But, the woman is still waiting for the return of her spouse. Hence,
Patience is the virtue for the most cherished women in India.
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