The Flailing Lotus
The lotus has been a symbol of many
The Buddha, the resilience of people, the ability to rise from the mud and blossom
Something beautiful, something of ours
Yet this lotus was hijacked in its infancy
In its pohottu stage
She was taken and raped by a group of sadistic men
She stands now a phallus against the gloomy sky
Injected with everything she never was – greed, deceit, thievery
A symbol of repression & depression
And she is flailing
Because this is not who she is
This was never what she was meant to be
She who nourished the people and who gave beauty to gloomy waters
Resplendent, iridescent and strong
Is now turning on herself as the flames of revolution fan her petals
And she is burning in almost a self sacrifice
The pohottuwa was never allowed to be
She cannot blossom in putrid waters, in the reek of nepotism
She will die only to be born
Pure again – left alone
Anichcha Vatha Sankhara
