POSTED BY Buzz ON Jan 05, 2013 AT 20:05 IST ,  Edited At: Jan 05, 2013 20:05 IST


 

Swaang Songs, which describes itself as "a Bombay based cultural group, whose members include actors, writers, music directors, musicians and producers all in the grips of the market driven Bombay film industry, but whose hearts continue to pull towards progressive politics!" put out this song written by Ravinder Randhawa in memory of the unknown citizen and as "a token of protest against the increasing violence against women in India"

Maa Nee Meri - Original Lyrics and Music by Swaang Songs


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ENGLISH TRANSLATION of ' Maa Nee Meri'

Mixed in every morsel,
What was that chant you kept repeating?
In the garb of concern and worry,
Why was fear the only virtue I learnt of your teaching?
Mother, I will not fear
Mother, I will not become you.

Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide;
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,
Slipper in hand, I shall stand!
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,
Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide;
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk
Mother, I will not fear
Mother, I will not become you.

This is not the doing of cities,
This was committed neither by the Day nor the Night,
This is not the doing of lonely desolate streets,
Neither are windows and curtains guilty of this crime,

The length of garments are not responsible,
This is neither the doing of men, nor impotents..
You were amongst those six,
This is the doing of well wishers
Mother, I will not fear
Mother, I will not become you.

Father, this is your doing.
Every time you said to me,
My child, come home soon,
What was it you feared would be?
I am luggage, I will be stolen,
I began to feel that day..
It was you who gave them the audacity,
Every time you reprimanded me that way..
They who fear and run from Dogs
Are chased and bitten in the flesh,

But stand your ground and look the in the eye,
And watch them slink away, tail between thigh..
You were amongst those six,
This is the doing of well wishers

Your religion, even your God fears them,
Perhaps that is why he sounds like them,
"Woman is dwarf-like and weak,
Looks best sitting at home, pretty and meek."

The priest, the cleric, the monk, the ascetic,
May have showered this world with their blessings,
But my forehead will not bow to them.
I will die, but not come to you.
God! I will not come to you!

Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide;
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,
Slipper in hand, I shall stand!
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,
Mother, I will not fear
Mother, I will not become you.

Policeman! This is your doing
Your thoughts are identical to theirs
In the drawstrings of your pants camp typical male airs,
"If you value your honour, stay at home"
You sing along to their tune
Your well fed tummy stands tall on boots,
Tightly laced by crime and to injustice immune.
What hope can one have of you,
When he the head and you shoulder
To live fearlessly on your guarantee is to gamble our lives and throw it over the boulder..

Your assertions of authority betray your hidden tail,
And you wear in your neck the politician's khadi collar!
You were amongst those six,
This is the doing of well wishers

This is your doing Politician, O leader of men..
All those six were members of your creed
2002 and 1992 saw you too pull at salwars in lusty greed
And when in 1984 that 'great' tree fell
You too were a bloodsucking leech in those shadows of hell
Your hands have fed grain to them
They are mere glimpses of your sins
You are all made from the same clay
These are your comrades and brethren.

Make the crocodile your symbol, your flag
For these are the monsters you've fathered, and they wear your name tag..
You were amongst those six,
This is the doing of well wishers

I heard once that my land was free,
Why then should I remain a slave?
I never dreamt of Prince Charming,
I never wanted to be Queen of his enclave..
Mother of mine! You poor doll of clay..
I will not remain a mute sculpture, not even today!
Slipper in hand, I shall stand!
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,
Drown! I shall drown, but not succumb into swimming with the tide;
Walk! I shall close these eyes and walk,

And you who surround me now concerned
Keep at it!
Each time there occurs an 'incident'
Discuss, debate, analyse
Build mountains of argument
When you suffer a crime
It is a question of 'life'
When I am attacked
Why is the question of 'honour' rife?
This is a battle to be equal
To be counted as one who is Alive
Hide not this searing burning wound
In a two and a half inch hole, between the legs inside.

Look Mother! Look how I fought
I was one, they were six
But afraid I was not
Every time they touched me, I bit, I bit
I fought, I fought and till they tired I hit
I spat! I spat upon their faces
I spat! I spat like they were shit

Mother, I will not fear
Mother, I will not become you.
Mother, I will not fear

Proud of myself am I
I rendered them helpless and returned, I did not sigh
I returned to laugh! To laugh without a care
I returned to settle, to prosper, to live, to dare..

Mother I will not die .

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Hat tip: Shivam Vij of Kafila

POSTED BY Buzz ON Jan 05, 2013 AT 20:05 IST ,  Edited At: Jan 05, 2013 20:05 IST
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8/D-88
Jan 11, 2013
10:48 PM

 Soumya Saxena >> the day a man will pushes a full grown baby out of his penis we will end the poem with a father.

Can you please enlighten us as to whether you and other feminists were born out of a female reproductive system of your mother, without the external intervention of a male reproductive system?

Maybe if you can enlighten and prove us the possiblity, then we can push off all the men from this planet .

PS - Please feel free to delete this comment if it is offensive, this is made only in response to the extremely crude remark made by Ms. Soumya Saxena over here.

Ramki
Delhi, India
7/D-21
Jan 11, 2013
05:03 AM

 "Response to "3d/Sowmya Saxena: "a man will pushes a full grown baby out of his penis"

How do you like the idea of men quitting families with no encumbrances once children are born, since (per your wisdom) men do not own their children, not do their children owe filial bonds to their fathers.

Is this how you treat your father or your brothers? Is is what your mother wanted from you? Even diehard criminals in jail pine for their families and their children visit them in jail. You seem to have descended from a different species. Usually the nirvana of Prayer Mantis is cited by feminazis as the epitome of killing male species and pine for the same experience vicariously. 

Don Quixote
Irvine, United States
6/D-19
Jan 11, 2013
04:24 AM

 Who writes such crap and then uses such tragedy to market themselves. All sorts of wood worms come out when they find such an opportunity is too good to pass by without pressing their own ideologies on an unsuspecting public.

tejinder
st louis, United States
5/D-19
Jan 08, 2013
02:38 AM
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Male Unblocked
Chennai, India
4/D-18
Jan 07, 2013
02:49 AM

1 D, Bravo Anwaar!

Btw, who do you mean by 'we' ( are not devtas )?

ALL males?

Male Unblocked
Chennai, India
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