• २०८१ कातिर्क २२ बिहीबार

I have made you lord !

Ranjana Niraula

Ranjana Niraula

Standing on the Land of Discrimination
As you talk about equality and participation
I feel as though I’ve given you the hand for discrimination
As you sat equally on the nature’s cycle and circular cart of life
To introspect that you’re the Omnipotent Lord,
I’d been walking with you hand on hand.

As you felt unsafe with my lusciousity and fertility
Together, I’d been singing a song of equity and independence.
As you began to sketch the lines of patriarchy
I was busy breastfeeding my child
The moment you were strengthening its foundation
I was busy cooking for everyone else;
As you were conspiring with the words of sin, culture and policies
You indeed were writing with the ink I made,
And I had come to light the pathway in the evening.

Your Fear with me, your fear with Feminity

Gradually, you preyed upon, invading on my lusciosity
You made my fertility, a collateral
You turned co-existence as your solo-Kingdom
Inside it, you made your own rules and laws
Indeed, from my home, surname, gotra and uterus,
you made your own,
And incessantly remained dictating overtly your rules and laws
You decided to add one more rule to all these,
And become the Lord yourself
Asked me to bow down on your feet, and leftover to eat.

Your role to make Dictatorship
Busy in erecting grandiose Kingdom of Narcissism
Somewhere I helped you with a brick, in fear of sin
You colonized your Kingdom with the weapon of sin and goodness
By nature, I’m soft and fragile
Yet, I’d revolted against your conspiracy.

Without me, existence is impossible
All the cultures and dharmas made standing on my chest
Your self-appraised Godliness of yourself, all incomplete in my absence
You and me are equal poles
But you made earth as unequal and divided the sky.

Hello, Patriarchy! The time you were making Godliness as your weapon
I had to proclaim an unacceptable revolution
The time you were adding another brick of sin and virtue
I had to dismantle the layer, but
The proclaimed history of sin & religion shut my mouth
Pierced my eardrum, poked my eyes and took me to darkness
And incessantly played with my independence and rights.
For a long time…
Silently I’ve been accepting and watching your regime
Bearing all your grandiose plans full of wickedness,
You’ve been excused for being Godly
‘Cause I didn’t speak, rather feared and bore ’em.
Hence, I’ve given you all the supremacies
Indeed, I’ve given rights for you to be a Lord.
Or else, in the Kingdom of equity and co-existence
Both being the nature’s creation while you turn a King and me, a Slave?
After all, worshipping a stone turns it a Lord.


Ranjana Niraula
Kathmandu Nepal