A widow for six years, Ammu,
Unknown for sexual agitation,
Only known for love of twin kids,
All of a sudden fell in lust,
Her brown breast tingling,
Her brown haunches itching,
For Velutha, the household untouchable,
For his black calloused palm
And chocolate ribbed paunch.
She went feral and found her way
And got him and had him in her sway.
The brown wanted the black.
The soft wanted the tout.
The plump wanted the steel.
Proximity was handy.
Hunger was the need.
Biology set to act.
Guilt got a back seat.
A fountain in love-in-Tokyo.
It is she who seduced.
It is he who was penalized.
Large things lurked unsaid.
Small things were only said.
A god of small things.
[an abstract of the novel a god of small things written by Arunthathi Ray, a Booker prize winner]
26.07.2000, Paralakhemundi
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-god-of-small-things/
