Divine Imprint
Her body is not an archive-
Not a storehouse,
Not a grocery shop,
Not a rehab center to take refuge,
Not a bank to cash!
They said, she remembers-
She remembers everything -
Every amber she touches is silk,
They say It's on her now-
The imprint!
The traces-
On the laces,
The scars-
On the collar bones,
A stain on her breath,
On the sleeves of the heart she wears!
They can not rewrite her story,
Cause, she owns the narrative,
Each character she plays-
Apart from each role she was ever imposed on!
She declared loud-
Nobody can stomp over her,
Nobody will leave any footprints on her gallery,
On her showdown!
She announced,
She is not a museum-
Not a journal,
Where others will display their names on!
She was fire,
Before anyone could grasp her,
She was river,
Before anyone could cross her!
Her attire can't be torn down-
Her stature can't be shown-
Her honour can't be disowned-
The statue of liberty was crushed on-
She was publicly made fun of-
They feared her freedom-
The softness in her,
Because her courage was formless like a floating foam,
Beyond horizons apart from the seashores,
They name her curves with shame,
Because they could not shape-
A diva known for her beauty was stripped open,
Disgracing the fame-
They thought they could bury her with rumours
-Running a smear campaign !
She doesn’t carry the ghosts of their shadows,
She only bears her name-
One and only with good faith-
The only one stays is her own statue-
Her thoughts, her freedom, her boundless spirit-
She chose to be loved,
Driven crazy in a frenzy of turmoil infatuation,
Binded with an inseparable affection-
She chose to walk away-
When love disrespects her,
When she lost herself in the tumultuous love,
Where no ounce of love remains but stays a strain of permanent abhor-
She chose to stay composed when the world wanted her to become storm,
She remained calm when they wanted her to be stoned,
Naked and unbothered-
Oh, yes! She remained unbothered in her own way covering herself in grace armed with charm and glitter,
They tried to give a sermon-
Preach the do's and don'ts,
But she refused to submit and declared,
Nobody can write her story,
Cause, she is the imprint embodied by holy spirits,
And, nobody can preach the scriptures,
Cause, she is the scroll written by God,
God has designed her fate, her lot,
Her flesh is a holy scripture, a holy mosque, a scroll, written, edited and owned by God,
Not men of this coward world!
So, when they try to baptize her,
She tells them:
Before you try to name me,
I already have a name,
And, if you dare to strip me-
It will be your time of burial- the graveyard is prepared by me,
I am a divine light before your polluted nasty desires, that will soon burn into hues and ashes,
I am divine, I was divine,
I am still divine and will remain!
Catch me if you can-
As nothing will change!
The flesh can be captured not the soul,
The body can be caged not the heart,
Not the vision,
What you say and preach is meaningless,
The world as of now, has gained literacy to read between the lines,
Thorough and throughout!
Over and over again!
©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy
Time Frame: 6.16 pm, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216.
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