Brown eyes are just brown eyes
Until spotted the muria girl wearing pata,
off-white with aal-dyed red borders
That gentle brown eyes warmed me up
Like coffee on a cold morning
Her tattooed hand
Touching mine
Every wall inside of me crumbled
This was how galaxies collide
Pata wrapped around her body
Leaving one end loose at the back
Tied with the end of the front flap
On the right shoulder
There was something in Blouseless draping
I can't explain.....
Whatever,
It made me wanted you in ways I can't even describe
sometimes knee length of her pata
left me breathless
Knee with tattoos and ankle cuff
That made my entire body remember
what it meant to be alive
Muria girl, my polar contrast
wanna have Ghotul
Not just for thrice but ever.....
About the Poetess
Prof. Ramya is an author and tribal researcher. A postgraduate in English literature; Prof. Ramya has an M.Phil. in Translation and comparative literature. She has done various research articles on the tribal and her work has been featured in various media houses of national repute which include Outlook India, Indian Express, Mathrubhumi, and others. She has also written a book ‘Voice Of India’ focused on the tribal.
