FRAGILE GODDESS

Praises to Goddess invincible.
All hails to the Protectress unassailable.
You are the worth of oceans
and we offer you mere droplets.

I see your incarnation 
in my mother's innocence.
Her conscience is as true as yours,
but she gets defeated from every source.

People touch your feet for blessings
and my mother doesn't even
walk on feet of her own.
She is unsolved with the bond,
and praises ridicule like a perfect song.

She believes in you,
oils the lamp in darkness.
But how can you be so blind,
that you forego the overhaul
of injuries she hid under the opaque shawl.

You gave her life, unlivable.
I am a curse
for her death, unattainable.
That buzzard is termite
in fellowship, purely fictional.

One day, his deafening blows
on lack of salt in soup.
Second day, her crumpled hand
for inability to clean his shirt and pant.
Third day, she was unable to sit
and I failed to figure out why.
Fourth day, his belt lying on the floor
with mom unconscious and breath on hold.

You are the saviour of innocents
then save her from this arrangement.
Put her back altogether
and return me my smiling mother.

I know you won't listen,
like everytime you did
the synonymous actions,
as drops can not satisfy your thirst.

Clenching fist never meant,
what it was meant to be.
Perhaps, her fist will never be clenched
on or under the earth,
with the hope of conversion
of wolf and shackles 
into human and bangles.

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