Sheep Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

When my grandmother was alive
she used to say
there is a place in Kamrup-Kamakshya
where only women live,
Not a single man
if a man goes there by mistake
He never comes back
The women hypnotize him
Feed him some herbs prescribed in tantra
with sweet, cooked food, tea, juice
Transform him into a sheep
Each woman there
Owns about a dozen sheep like this
in her house
And uses them for personal use
As she like.

I went to Kamrup-Kamakshya,
Searched those women
But could not locate that place
I asked a local woman about that story
She said... it was
But they left this place
And settled at various places
All over India.

Finally I found a woman in Delhi
Same as my grandmother said
She is wife of a priest
In a temple
I came to know
She first transformed her husband
into a sheep
And then other men one by one
I have seen at least four such sheep
with my own eyes
in the premises where she lives
From outside everyone looks like a man
But from inside they all are sheep
Controlled by that woman.