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Iraivi

They called me iraivi*
And put me up on a pedestal
Easier to throw stones
Be pushed down



They expected me to be grateful
For I was the goddess
Who ‘could’ do no wrong.
‘Should’ would have been more appropriate.

If I say yes,
I am a slut .
If I say no,
I am a bitch.
If I speak up,
I am a feminazi.
If I don’t speak ,
I am arrogant.

With eyes brimming with romantic paternalism
They revere me ,
And demand millions of sacrifices
That would befit a god.
Just treat me like a woman
I seemingly shout out with my studied silence
From atop the pedestal
Which was actually a golden cage
For the Iraivi can do no wrong
She is a goddess you fools!





Iraivi* - Tamil term for Goddess

So i wrote this during exam times and never had the time to publish it. Thought it would befit the poets united's 'pedestal' theme.  

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  1. Ha, one cannot fulfill EVERYONE's expectations!

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    பாரதி கண்ட புதமைப் பெண்ணின் வேகமும் தெளிவான கோபமும் கனல் தெரிகின்றன!!

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