The Kathakali Dancer Is The Wild Woman Poem by Lovita Morang

the man is the wild woman
and the wild woman is
the katha.kali dancer.

Painted her face green
She become the green faced Kathakali dancer…

She comes out to face the world
She is now the heroic male in Rama Ravana.
And she danced through
these silences of the brutalities.

Her angst burst out
She is in the form of another male now
through that dark and light clouds
she dance through
the Lightning in the crimson sky

her face brunt in saffron-
She becomes the saffron faced Kathakali dancer

She becomes the Shiva
the agni in her burns

her face in red
She becomes the red faced Kathakali dancer

And the devil in her worked too
In the war for peace
in the spirit of demonic Durga
Drunk in the blood of impurities
She becomes Shiva gulping down the vish
Danced still amidst devils
Dance in taalam of the drums
Till another sun appears
Tearing through these darkness

A hamsasya [a godly thing] evolve out
She runs towards the green room
Reddened in menstruating blood
She sighs
Again run
in the beats of mridangum
run in male form and dance
with that strength to gulp down pain
She is burnt like sita
in the agni of another war
The yellow fire becomes her Saree
Sheltering her from human gluttony

She becomes the yellow faced Kathakali dancer in woman

She still dance on the fire
The man is the wild woman
And the wild woman is the Kathakali dancer
Till the mother in her embrace
the man and woman

A beautiful woman is born
And gives birth to a pious earth
And
A motherly man protects the earth
Surrounded by Human saints
Destruction, Devils and Death through these darkness
Melts into this ocean of one another...