THE STRANGE ONE

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THE STRANGE ONE

He is the talk of the town
Spoken of with so much scorn
By his peers, he is often jeered
No praise gets he from the aged

As rigid as Peter the hermit
He cares not what others say
As simple as the Great Gandhi
Without frown, he goes about his day

He moves with his head bent down
Never in a haste, never slowing down
Always cautious to lower his face
To avoid the mad world and its gaze

Come buddy, to a party must go
Painfully, but always, he says no
Hey look at that lovely ‘hoe’.
Lo and behold, his eyes are closed

Once, they queried him and demanded
Why not nod your head to this music
Gently, he shook his head and said
My mind is a temple, I cannot abuse it

They, at times, tell him to get a life
What do you even do to unwind?
He says books are his only friend
He spends time with unend

He is the talk of the town
None, in his presence, wants to be found
Many, out of his feats, know his nom
But still they call him the strange one

DON’T DO IT !

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DON’T DO IT!

DO IT! DON’T DO IT!
THE VOICES KEEP COMING
GO ON! ARE YOU SILLY?
THE FORCES KEEP TUSSLING

THIS FEELING IS SO ANNOYING
THE THOUGHT, QUITE DISTURBING
OH! WHAT SHALL I DO?
WHICH VOICE, SHALL I LISTEN TO?

DO IT LAD
IT CAN’T BE THAT BAD
IF YOU ARE CAREFUL SO
NOBODY WILL KNOW

BUT IF I AM NOT?
PERCHANCE, I AM CAUGHT?
WHAT WILL ENSUE?
WHAT MIGHT I DO?

YOUR FAMILY WILL DISDAIN YOU
FRIENDS WILL FORSAKE YOU
YOU WILL DESPISE YOU
AND FOES WILL, YOU, RIDICULE

THE RISK IS TOO HIGH
I CANNOT TAKE IT
THE PRICE IS NOT NIGH
I CANNOT AFFORD IT

WHAT WILL I TELL MY LORD?
THAT I WAS A COWARD?
NOT BRAVE ENOUGH
TO REPRESS MY LUST?

DO IT! DON’T DO IT!
THE VOICES KEEP PASSING
THINK I’VE MADE MY VERDICT

TO WAIT TILL THE SECOND COMING


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THE LOST PROPERTY

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THE LOST PROPERTY.

The awareness of guilt
The state of reticence
The manacle of restraint
That has accompanied me for years
Has vanished as a bubble does in thin-air
Only its fragments remain
In places of extreme solitude

Civilisation has separated us
Technology has sundered us
Imperialism has disunited us
I have lost my conscience
I have lost my rue
I thought I had freedom
But the reverse is the case

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Take to the streets in rags
Indiscernible from a lunatic
Except that I appear less filthy

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Steal from my fellow country-men
Relegating many into poverty
Without a hint of penitence

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Defiant to mother nature
Longing for repulsive coupling
With another who is gender-equal

Your dearth, it is, that makes me
Commit crimes against humanity
Slaying my man-kind en masse
Only to satisfy my egomania

Your absence is killing me
But I know not
Your lack is bestialising me
But I fear not
Reality is only a lid away
It is more than a big shame
That not anymore can I find shame