“A tribute to my favorite Indian Poetess Kamala Das”
Even when the world was young, did Eve believe that the world was her own? This poem will set you thinking.
One of the top 5 entries for April’s muse of the month writing cue, “Today the world is a little more my own.” (from Punishment in Kindergarten, Kamala Das).
Muse of the month April 2014
ADAM AND EVE
Dusk settled in and dawn was yet to glow
Nocturnal souls were back in ethereal abode
Sacramental chores too called it a night,
for hearth-work to return when sun does rise
Kicked by an excruciating endocrinal spurt;
Adam perspired and crudely sat awake,and
suggestively caressed sluggish Eve‘s lovely face.
At 3 in the night, she was startled at the bay,
as she heard him hoarsely say:
“Darling, I reckon an Urgent Need has aroused;
It won’t let me sleep, till the fire is doused”
Murmured the mannequin, as she quietly lied,
“My body is your temple O’ Ma’ lord;
only for you with all my devotion…
any time and as you like”
The ever-dutiful consort, nodded and complied;
and another part of Eve reverently died.
She consummated the deep passion in her stride;
darkness hiding the tear, stuck at corner of her eye,
suppressing sinking pain arising from her core
her limbs bushed severely due to the rigorous chore
Rigmarole returned as the sun shone bright
Both set out to earn to secure the future slight
Adam whispered softly, kind of apologized
“Don’t know what happened to me last night”
Said Eve – “Hush hush, you are a man, I discern.
Please don’t apologize , it was my turn to return.
Energy emerged from your limbs, you notified
and I merged in it to ease your body’s plight.
Today, the world seems a little of my own,
I may carry in my womb what you had sown.
I came back from your rib as you would recall
and now I pay back my dues at each nightfall.”