Reality or Illusion
Thirst! Thirst!
Scorching thirst!
From head to groin
From hip to tip,
Fire rages.
My entrails shriek and crackle
As twigs in a forest fire
My nostrils flare
With the reeking smell of burnt flesh
My tongue and gullet
Melt like plastic on exposure to heat
Like a hornbill
I thirst for a dropp of water
Wow! Before me is poised a chalice
Full and to the brim
With scarlet, bubbling liquid
As elixir, suddenly lowered from Heaven!
Extending my hands to hold it
And drawing it close to my lips
Oh! How I missed it by a whisker!
By what magic
By what vanishing trick
From my chalice, the wine drained out
Leaving not even the lees
What terrible betrayal!
As its dry emptiness
Stared at me
Like a tree felled,
I collapsed to the ground
And faintly heard the liquid
Falling dropp by drop
Merging with the dark water of the drains
I felt myself gyrating
Into the churning cauldron below
Was it a dream or an illusion?
Reality or fantasy
Who can tell? ?
poem by Valsa George
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