Jacinta’s Poem

Today I read Jacinta Kerketta’s poems
a tribal lady in India’s Jharkhand
wrung into anger, despair
as a community bereft of love
used by corporate houses
for illegal mining, youth taking
to arms and rebellion.
Arrogance, contempt for people
is lust. Jecinta writes of the fear
of a people, rage, their privacy
innards shaken, when wealth
attacks people yet to read books
or throw away a gentry.
Mining. Mining.
Wealth, health.
Exploit them to the hilt
they will be crucible of fire.
What angst, what pity?

Reading Jacinta’s poems I think
history is mad, society rabid.
Mother works in a house, is treated
with contempt. Mother goes to the
house, waits till the husband takes
his meal.
India is strange. They tell me
there are many Jacinta’s.
I found one.
Jacinta’s poem, horrendous,
raking, but truthful all the same.

Ananya S Guha lives in Shillong in North East India. He has been writing and publishing poetry for the last thirty years, and his poetry has appeared in numerous online publications. He holds a doctoral on the novels of William Golding and currently is a senior academic in India's Indira Gandhi National Open University. Read other articles by Ananya S..