Madwomen of Girjapur

They came in various shapes
Ages , sighs , size and shades

They sat on the ground
Producing strange sound

They also sat on chairs
and sat picking lice from hairs

They cackled
and laughed

Some sat mum,
head hanging glum,

Some suddenly began beating
their shrivelled breast
giving an opening
for chaotic babel in rest

Some nodded gravely
at passers by
almost sanely
before giving speech a try

They appeared sane
and then wandered
into thickets of cane ,
of thoughts tangled

Impenetrable jungle
forbidding and dark
So dense is the tangle
dont mistake it for a park

You may get lost in there
never
to recover
forever

They will claim ancestry
of this king and that mantri
they will talk smoothly
of communications with firefly

 Don't be converted to their
religion
clucking your
sympathies like hen

watch out before
you slip into the den
of Girjapur('s)
madwomen