In the season of somersaults
The difference between
Truth and falsehood has become hazy!
Humans look like ghosts
Moving behind foggy screen
Gleefully contorting gestures
crazy!
Instead of holy
cow milk
On the god
Shiva’s head
Devotees are pouring
vaunting vodka
The drain behind the
temple sanctuary
Is dangerously
polluted
With stinking
spit, urine and excreta!!
In these times of
deception
Masks and faces
appear alike
In smiling cover does
a demonic soul hide
Take care what
you utter or act
If you wish to
avoid his nails spike
Who knows which
posture may ruffle insolent pride!
Xavier Bage
Thursday, May 05,
2016
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