Poetica by Bhargavi
The Serpent and the rope
Once I dreamt of a land of serpents, Coughing venom and spitting fire, Stupefied and scared, I sought the Lord Satan, “Say my child, why so serious?” He asked, Encouraged by his soothing tone I said “Lord, save me from the serpents!” “Serpents…what serpents?” He quizzed puzzled, “The one I see every night when I’m not with thee” I replied, “Oh, they are just black ropes! Sweet dreams now…” He cut me off, And, what magic, ropes indeed they were! Days gave birth to months and years, I was considered the bravest man on earth, One who can never be afraid, even of poisonous reptiles, I smiled to myself thinking those are blasted fools; The speculation never stopped, as to why I could never be frightened I looked at my little daughter’s face and laughed at her innocence, Thinking even she would learn the ropes of the ropes before these ghouls; The moment I shall never be able to understand came, My daughter was struck by a vermin’s flame, The ending gasps of her life is still in my eyes, I cried out aloud, “Do ropes kill people, oh skies?” A wise man came from now here Reminding me of the Lord Divine I see everywhere, I asked, “What do you think, about the confusion?” He answered “An illusion can never substitute an illusion.”
Written by Bhargavi for Freedom of Thoughts @ http://bhavna-thexpression.blogspot.com/