It rained a lot that day,
that day, when another Draupadi cried for
the hundredth time
for her disrobed dignity,
when another Sita cried for
the thousandth time
for her crushed confidence
and when another
Lucy
cried for the millionth time
upon hearing that locker room guffaw
about her hem line,
her neck line
her walk
her talk
it rained so hard
deafening the forests
and the cities and
the villages
and then when it stopped to rain,
they didn't know where to sow a seed
a single seed
for by now
the earth had dried
the clouds had blown away
and only dry, brittle and forever parched earth remained,
to burn in it's own hell.
