Shakti
- a Poem
- by Baishali Dey
Her Divineness was called out,
She can do nothing they said,
They mocked at her spirit being celebrated,
Their moves very calibrated.
She shrieks, She yells, She burns, She falls,
Her scorching tears not soothed when she calls,
They said that she should be fighting back,
She should slay them with every tact.
They questioned every agonised fact.
The fierce spirit still rises and fights,
The fire in her simmers and then sighs,
But still she smiles and soothes – their tears.
With her calm eyes she allays – their fears.
Baishali Dey
from Indore, in Madhya Pradesh, India, is an English teacher, prior to which, she worked with charitable trusts in the UK. With a passion for all things in literature, Baishali writes poems as a hobby.
