Unmati is Not My Poem

I have been tremendously affected by a poem written by another Writers' Cafe member. I think more people should know of it.

 

 

“Unmati: Memories of a “mad” woman” is a poem by a Writer’s Cafe member

whose user name is “broken.buddy.”

I have visited this page and read this piece at least five times now.

I do not know why I come, but I weep each time I do.

It crushes my heart, each time I come, and I come back knowing that it will.

It speaks with no emotion at all, yet is the most powerful thing I have ever read.

I feel like this is personal.

It was written for me.

Am I Broken Buddy?

Did I go back in time to be reborn in India, learn English anew,

and write this poem knowing I would read it, again and again?

It does not matter, and yet I must know.

And now I think I do know: I am Unmati.

Unmati means “Insane”

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To read the actual poem, go to this Writers’ Cafe URL:

https://www.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2955066/

(you may have to copy and paste this URL into your browser's address line)

    

  

Author's Note

I suppose I will continue to revisit this poem as long as it and I are here.

Reviews

[lizzie]

Hi! Your story has a very natural emotional flow, and it translates wonderfully into visual storytelling. Several moments felt perfect for comic panels.
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[FlatDaddy]

We get quite a few what I call, "hucksters" here in the WC. I usually brush them off. Before I go that far, send me your resume with work samples. If I like what I see, perhaps we can do some business together. If you can't do that, then go away. I will return no comments made until then.

[Emunah June.]

I really wouldnt bother Keith, Ive seen this bot comment the exact same thing on several poems over the cafe.

[FlatDaddy]

Well, I was hoping this one might be on the level. At least I am giving her a chance to prove herself. We'll see how it goes from there.

[Samuel Dickens]

I was able to find the poem a couple of days ago and meant to go back for a closer look, but this site is glitching so bad I had to give up. I think I know the gist of it, and it's a sad story that is in desperate need of intervention from on high. It speaks to you in a special way. Beat up, bumped and bruised, we must carry on and hope for better days.

[FlatDaddy]

Thanks for your kind words, Sam. The first time I read this poem, it hit me like a sledgehammer and brouth streams of tears that greatly surprised me. Although I have managed to stem the flow, mostly, by being prepared for it, it still brings them every time. I'm sorry you haven't been able to read it yet. I just checked, and the link is working now, but let me know if you still have problems and I'll email a copy to you.

[Samuel Dickens]

I skimmed it when first found, but failed several times to come back for a closer look.