An Ode to Opulence
We craft you in idols
chisel a pursed smile
place at noisy pandals
and label as agile
listing sufferings;
luring offerings
No No!! I won’t,
praise you, bind you
chase you, find you
with a crowing throat
essaying as a knight
in the folk tales
of truth and might
I feel you are my pal,
not a deity royale
sculpted out of story
accentuated to glory
throned like a prince
drowned by the kins?
Well soiled were many…
peter-pans & screen-queens canny
weren’t happy by all means ?
Oh!that big shot of coffee beans;
this perfect bride; those school toppers?
haven’t had peace-penny in the lockers ?
Perhaps…
their voices unheard
their souls ruptured
amidst thousand decibles
cheap thrills & pirated vocals
like yours…
ceased umpteen times
Hey !let’s sit and talk
of fears & flaws; not hymns
let failures set free
not roped to a tree,
no jumping off the edge
not till horses rein
the death’s sledge
Ganesha,
Adios Amigos !!
©Juhi Gupte