Idolatory
I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life?
The chariot blew up in your face.
Blueberry, blueberry –
they bloom in dark.
How difficult it was to stay normal
human being and speak your lines
carefully.
I will pull my hearse one day
unspoken, unseen.
This mirror has no more trappings.
It is reverted into original glare.
Hang your boots, it says.
I say I am a lobster
in a water tank,
listening to waves;
ready to be boiled,
when idol wants to eat.
poem by Satish Verma
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