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
Copyright © Sourabh Singh | Year Posted 2016
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