Trials of entrails I told you my stories You told me tall tales Snakes make a slitheries Because they have scales Utterly sincere your humanity is In my case, it fails I accept your power I detest your entrails No offense to snakes, your grace They’ve kindness in their tails. In my labyrinthine valleys You had an enemy you couldn't face The golden skin and pleading eyes May they always haunt your space The fear that led men to their death clinging to cold wings May it burn like sulphur, may it leave me without trace. To every woman we let down Your dreams, your freedom, your future were mine, and now I must share your disgrace. Ishita Das. Aug 2021
It’s been an abominably long time since I posted anything on the blog..But, no, I have poems. And I should post them. This one is for the shameful exit of the US from Afghanistan. A graceful exit, admitting defeat and perhaps really working towards ensuring governance would have been something to be relatively proud of. Instead it was left to the flimsy government to make shadowy deals of surrender to reduce bloodshed, which is what they did.. I don’t think there will be a question of women’s rights arising from the region in my life time. Patriarchy is entrenched everywhere, and every woman deals with it or lives with it or perhaps sometimes even enables it (we all know such women, who say “every one has to compromise”, and mean you woman, you have to). Its not something the Taliban came up with. But it is something they look up to . That is the difference. The girls’ robotics group (saved by a woman from Oklahoma with 11 children who is definitely a pro life lady), the many journalists and judges who managed to escape. Scores remaining, what hope do we offer them in this divided, islamophobic world against refugees. The refugees their governments created, uprooted and shattered every hope of a normal life. The young men we will forever remember who fell back to the ground of their country, betraying impenetrable fear and indefatigable hope. It was sad without fathom. It was hope without credence. I pity the US soldiers who witnessed it in reality. Not the ones who died trying to live.