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Rocks

The blue mountain had a daughter
BLUE that was her name.
Chathu and Malu adopted her
Lover persisted, same sane
Both were out castes, bare
Uncared, exploited slave
BLUE had a rustic beauty
She lived in the hearts of many.
 Left Civilized heart-beats astray
  The Landlord's throbbed heart
Beckoned hers, love an art!
Was it instant love or upstartism?
Run-riot passion carnal flow?
One day BLUE matured to be a woman.
Her crimson cheeks a blossom,
Of lunar coolness and beauty.


A rumour spread, the Landlord started it,
Because she declined his foul movement,
The tribals maintained moral standard.
The rumour about BLUE's immoral deeds,

Spread the news, she is with child,
Conceived without wooing, a crime
A mistake.  She denied, her parents too,
No use, the Landlord said so.
He said:"You have refused a touch,
Denied my pleasure.  Face it!"
"You must die," all the elders said,
For to conceive fatherless is a crime
The Landlord held a meeting
Declared, nay, roared, "Slay her,
Her father should do it!"
Chathan's heart broke, Malu cried
But an order is an order.  Kill!
"Who defiled your modesty, sweet heart?
Who is he?"  Malu wailed. "False, mummy,
False."  She cried.  Bitter revenge.
The omnipotent Landlord commanded,

And the day of slaughter came, terrible.
Chathan blind-folded her, remember Joseph,
Remember Isaac, but here who will save?
Chathan raised his blade, prayed God,
His red eyes were blank, 'Smite, smite"
He bit his lip, bleeding lip, he shivered
Malu shut her eyes, cried for mercy,
No mercy.  Only blinking eyes,
Then something terrible happened,
BLUE WAS TURNED INTO A ROCK,
Chathan's dagger clanked, echoes
Of iron touching hard stone,

The rock burst into laughter, The laughter of the girl
Echoed and echoed.
Anothermiracle happened. 
The Landlord too was a rock
The two rock statues lived for ever!



— U K Atiyodi, Jan 20, 2010

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Kailashana

Kailashana

16 years 4 months ago

You are a masterful story

You are a masterful story teller. Loved it. And yet I grieve for all the women who weren't turned into stone by some miracle, who suffer still from brothers, fathers, uncles who kill them, throw acid on their faces, for being *unchaste*.... defying society. ~A
UA

U K Atiyodi

16 years 4 months ago

Kailashana,I understand, is

Kailashana,I understand, is a veteran poet --searching the years elapsed. Maybe some poems might be in the black and white form by now. If so,send a copy to: Unni Krishnan Atiyodi, Kandangali Payyanur, Kerala, India 670333