The jaundiced faces
-Powdered and blushed-
Eat tangerines,
suck coconut from a straw.
And the sky with its cataract eyes
Looks upon the spectacle,
Pukes and flushes-
Into the septic tank, goes the rainbow.
"They say my soul will be taken away,
For I am godless,
I say take it,
I don't feel it anyways."
The girl in a skirt with fake blue eyes,
Left her spectacles at home.
And men with myopic sight,
Wait for the wind to blow.
The stiff chapels with their perfumed candles-
Wrapped in violet silks and shawls,
Masturbate on other's confessions,
Soften their lust on little souls.
"But they say their god would disallow me,
And send me back here,
There was no hell, I was so sure,
I was living in one before."
Lean bodies surviving on greens,
Laugh at plump foes,
Pricked each day by thorns,
They were gifted a matching blood red rose.
The thumbless joker on the stage,
He wears an indigo coat.
STOP LAUGHING AT HIS RED NOSE!
STOP FEEDING YOUR EMPTY HOLES!
Someone go…
Eat his cherry of a nose…
Kiss him,
Lick the colours off his pose.
"Sorry! My poem got burnt,
In fragments, charcoaled.
I was busy elsewhere,
Trying to catch in a net, my soul."
(The poem uses the symbolism of colours to present a running commentary on social and cultural issues.