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Kanamma, the Mad Woman


Here is Dr. Roopali’s evocative and soulful poem, exclusively for Different Truths

The large shady Bargad tree
Its hard twisted tentacles 
hanging low swinging free
Medusa like just outside the temple wall
where from dawn to dusk the devout 
buy flower garlands at the makeshift stall.
The mud hard baked platform around it 
where once sat blind musicians whose 
eyes did not see 
now sleepless Kanamma, the mad woman  
waits all day,
her beloved left her, and she let grief 
take her mind away,
those who bring incense and coconut, 
for the stone god
with the elephant head say.
 
His fingers had run through her long black tresses, 
sometimes touching her breasts 
stopping her breath
his dark skin shining like Krishna, 
they had lain supine in the tingling 
sands of the river Yamuna.
 
Her matted hair crawl full of lice
the itchy fingers throwing pebbles
at nibbling mice 
the scattered puffed rice
offerings at the altar of an indifferent god.
 
Kanamma is waiting.
He is not coming.
He has found a pretty girl
whose skin is fair 
with golden hair…
Boo boo shoo shoo.
 
Mothers chase the jeering kids
Don’t be bad 
She is mad
Can’t you see she is raving mad?
                   
                     
Her wild waiting eyes 
Her cracked mumbling lips 
Her scratched bleeding skin 
Her sunken hungry belly 
Her torn saree and blouse
Her hair full of louse
Her home without a house
Her mind nobody can rouse.
 
Will Krishna never come?
Will Radha wait forever?
The sun has dried up the river 
The anklets lie broken and scattered. 
 
The temple bells are ringing
Come come let’s bathe with milk and honey 
and dress in satin 
our marble God. 
 

Poet’s Note: A common sight in India as we grew up was the lone woman under a large banyan tree whose physical state, torn saree, torn blouse, an itchy lice filled head, a bag of torn rags and a dishevelled persona could be found in permanent residence under the tree. Turned out of home and hearth and labelled mad because mental health is a stigma, a victim of naughty children and predatory men.   

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