



I wrote Happy Marriage and Eve,Oh Eve in the late 80’s, Noorjahan in the beginning of 90’s and You go girl in 2005. Original poems were written in Bengali. These are just poor translation.

HAPPY MARRIAGE

My life,

like a sandbar, has been taken over by a monster of a man.

He wants my body under his control

so that if he wishes he can spit in my face,

slap me on the cheek

and pinch my rear.

So that if he wishes he can rob me of my clothes

and take the naked beauty in his grip.

So that if he wishes he can pull out my eyes,

so that if he wishes he can chain my feet,

if he wishes, he can, with no qualms whatsoever,

use a whip on me,

if he wishes he can chop of my hands, my fingers.

If he wishes he can sprinkle salt in the open wound,

he can throw ground-up black pepper in my eyes.

So that if he wishes he can slash my thigh with a dagger,

so that if he wishes he can string me up and hang me.

He wanted my heart under his control

so that I would love him:

in my lonely house at night,

sleepless, full of anxiety,

clutching at the window grille,

I would wait for him and sob,

My tears rolling down, I would bake homemade bread;

so that I would drink, as if they were ambrosia,

the filthy liquids of his polygynous body.

So that, loving him, I would melt like wax,

not turning my eyes toward any other man,

I would give proof of my chastity all my life.

So that, loving him

on some moonlit night I would commit suicide

in a fit of ecstasy

*

NOORJAHAN

They have made Noorjahan stand in a hole in the courtyard,

there she stands, submerged to her waist with head hanging.

They’re throwing stones at Noorjahan,

those stones are striking my body.

Stones are striking my head, forehead, chest and back,

they’re throwing stones and laughing aloud, laughing and shouting abuse.

Noorjahan’s fractured forehead pours out blood, mine also.

Noorjahan’s eyes have burst, mine also.

Noorjahan’s nose has been smashed, mine also.

Through Noorjahan’s torn breast, her heart has been pierced, mine also.

Are these stones not striking you?

They’re laughing aloud, laughing and stroking their beards,

there are caps stuck to their heads, they too are shaking with laughter.

They’re laughing and swinging their walking-sticks;

from the quiver of their cruel eyes, arrows speed to pierce her body, my body also.

Are these arrows not piercing your body?

*

EVE, OH EVE

Why wouldn’t Eve have eaten of the fruit?

Didn’t she have a hand to reach out with,

Fingers with which to make a fist?

Didn’t Eve have a stomach for feeling hunger,

A tongue for feeling thirst,

A heart with which to love?

Well, then, why wouldn’t Eve have eaten of the fruit?

Why would she merely have suppressed her wishes,

Regulated her steps,

Subdued her thirst?

Why would she have been so compelled

To keep Adam moving around in the Garden of Eden all their lives?

Because Eve did eat of the fruit,

There is sky and earth.

Because she has eaten,

There are moon, sun, rivers, seas,

Because she has eaten, trees, plants and vines.

because Eve has eaten of the fruit

there is joy, because she has eaten there is joy.

Eating of the fruit, Eve made a heaven of the earth.

Eve, if you get hold of the fruit

don’t ever refrain from eating.

*

YOU GO GIRL!

They said—take it easy…

Said—calm down…

Said—stop talkin’…

Said—shut up….

They said—sit down….

Said—bow your head…

Said—keep on cryin’, let the tears roll…

What should you do in response?

You should stand up now

Should stand right up

Hold your back straight

Hold your head high…

You should speak

Speak your mind

Speak it loudly

Scream!

You should scream so loud that they must run for cover.

They will say—’You are shameless!’

When you hear that, just laugh…

They will say— ‘You have a loose character!’

When you hear that, just laugh louder…

They will say—’You are rotten!’

So just laugh, laugh even louder…

Hearing you laugh, they will shout,

‘You are a whore!’

When they say that,

just put your hands on your hips,

stand firm and say,

“Yes, yes, I am a whore!”

They will be shocked.

They will stare in disbelief.

They will wait for you to say more, much more…

The men amongst them will turn red and sweat.

The women amongst them will dream to be a whore like you.