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