The chained Goddess
They drugged me as a newborn
With poisonous nectar
Repeated before and after every meal
And sometimes in between….
In my ears were chanted
Mantras of martyrdom
Awakening fanatic fires in feverish eyes
Sealing my Fate, forever…..
I was unique and strong, they whispered
They were nothing, they hummed
Mesmerized, drunk on meaningless words
Willingly donning robes of a useless Goddess
I sat in the stifling heat of burning lamps
In my predesigned sanctum sanctorum
The garlands I found were iron chains
To hold me back
My wings had stunted with disuse
I could no longer fly
The patch of blue yonder
Balm to my bruised heart
Fills me with hope and wild longing
To break free and fly, once again……..
-Shail Mohan (July 2012)