Talk Behind My Back Poem by Souren Mondal
Talk Behind My Back
You talk behind my back,
whisper shouts,
accusing me of being one thing
or another,
Calling me names,
Bestowing me with vices,
Coronating me as the Queen of Heartbreakers.
All because I have,
in your opinion,
No sanctity,
No moral virtues,
I stand not a chance,
not a chance at all
to pass the test.
I am no Seeta,
I'll burn in fire,
Actually I am the fire,
There's fire inside me,
between my legs,
And I have no shame admitting
that.
I play not with hearts,
But I play with other stuff,
more fun to do so,
but it hurts not
the soul or persona of another.
No injuries acquired
during us trying moves
from Kamasutra.
Us,
Who are this 'us'?
What is this 'us'?
I know not.
I have been with too many
to care about anyone but myself.
I don't recall their names,
just the sweating in the dark.
I take care of my lust,
my desire,
my hunger.
There are no strings attached,
Easy going, easy coming.
Sometimes hard to come,
It's always hard to make me come,
But do eventually arrive,
where I want to be,
with or without anyone's help...
No strings attached,
no bonds,
no calling each others' names
But merely wild grunts
and moans,
With sweat and smell.
I love that smell,
I live on it,
thrive upon it,
and none can take that away
from me as long as I have
the glow.
This is what I have done,
This is what I do,
This is what I will continue to do,
While you,
with your judgemental hat,
and words that smell like a dead rat,
will whisper behind my back,
Because darlings,
without bold souls,
All that you can do,
Is talk behind my back.
Verily, a lovely poem and I too agree to Sir Daniel Brick's advice.
Wow this is a psychodrama! I get the reference to Seeta from the Indian spic tradition in which men and women had very fixed, unbending roles to play but the zone of female activity was so narrow and female freedom was curtailed. What your're reacting to is a utterly changed world in which a woman can brag about her sexual freedom the way men have been doing for centuries! Is this a good thing? Is it an advance? I have my doubts but in the past there was injustice toward women. What I can do is appreciate the pain and confusion caused by these changes in morals. The woman in your poem is every bit as crass and offensive as male Din Juans in the past. If you reject her kind of boldness, and seek instead a woman with a soul (like the one in the green dress!) , you'll be on the right path. Don't you think so?
Judgement is the judge's choice. It is very important to be YOU in spite of all calls from behind.
Well said Dhiren, but somewhere down the line the pressure of being continually judged, particularly as a woman in a patriarchal society, can be too harsh... It were better if all of us thought in a better way, but unfortunately, in our society, the judgements are too harsh and badly delivered, sometimes even in a fatal manner (think of the Khaps) ... Thank you for reading my poem by spending your precious time and commenting on it.. I appreciate it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 7:38:29 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In this case it is quite natural for others to talk behind her back..........! She flouts all norms of conventional womanhood and and pulls down the idol of a chaste woman from the pedestal....! I wonder if such unbridled sexual drive is going to save her except giving her a transient joy with a morbid disquiet and ennui following it!