Berserk Woman

Berserk woman Clad in worn out garments When she hopped on A road-side tea-stall She was certainly not Sashaying on the ramp With bare legs and navel She was not among cast and crew Of a shooting event either. As a child gravitates Towards a sweet-meat shop Finding his father already there, This young woman Seemingly berserk Slightly better than a beggar Was allured up to here ‘I won’t take tea, I want something edible’ Finding the ogling seller at her She insisted. ‘Who’ll give you bread, the most I can give Is a cup of tea’ was his crusty reply. ‘He’ll give … has done something yesterday evening’ A curt smile played on her lips While pointing out a man Engrossed in gossip at the shop ‘Come with a plate of rice If you want more such sessions’ With a loaf in her hand She gave a jaunty toss To her otherwise nestled hair The demented lady Has learned The business of being alive And has kept her unblemished heart intact, As the man couldn’t raise his head To watch the woman go