1.
I will not bend.
You—wretched, divine—
were meant to last.
You know this:
No soul stands upright
without a mother’s spine,
without the embers of her breath.
2.
The world is cracked—do you hear it?
How far must we bleed before we kneel?
True strength dies once.
Only God returns, unshaken.
3.
Morality is a priest’s lie,
stitched with gold thread.
But no law can strangle
the rebel blood in our veins.
4.
We kiss our mother’s hands,
we eat the earth she walks on,
we name ourselves after fathers
who became ghosts too soon.
Kanaklata’s fist,
Jaymati’s unbroken neck,
Helen Keller’s alphabet of fire—
why then do we carve our own throats?
5.
You, swollen with pride—
when will you learn?
A mother’s body is the first scripture,
the last border.
To deny her is to drown
in a sea of unmarked graves.
6.
Now—
let the rope sing.
Let the rapist’s shadow
swing like a rotten bell.
Or gather, cowards,
and watch as the sky collapses
over a godless nation.
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Author:
Mottakeenur Rehman (
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Comments2
A sense of we are getting what we deserve with our continuous lack of humanity and destruction of the planet, maybe we are all damned?!!. Enjoyed the read
Thank you🙏❤️
Enigmatic, prophetic it reads like a holy book. It's metaphors broad enough for multiple interpretations, its images strong enough to give it a very powerful feel. It is structured in verse like stanzas again giving it a most authoritative and powerful feel. Nicely done
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