A poem by Madhuri
the wind, my breath
my child erect in me
patient, and thus crazy
flies wander, buzzing, random
eyes in a crowd –
let the people I have left, leave me
let melancholy weave small baskets
to catch my tears
and throw them
back on my naked heart
so it can cry again
let Hindu workwomen
beat it with their paddle
clean
let contrivance fall
from the broad volcano of the scream
December ’73, Baroda – from Madhuri’s book ‘The Poona Poems’ which will be published at the end of the year
Poem and illustration by Madhuri
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