Mama Kali,

I see you.

When they watch me with those eyes,

leering and sneering; to reduce, to shame,

it’s my angry lament, my horror, my truth,

that you wear on your face.

When they utter with those mouths,

raunches and abuse,

for my buried anger you stood a blue tomb.

When they cuff me with golden virtues and mores,

in my protest you danced naked and raw.

I see you ma, my wild release;

I see you, I see me.

Photo- Amlan Sanyal

Photo- Amlan Sanyal