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Devils devour me
like sprouted oleanders…
in stinky waters I sink
holding yet my non-commercial breath
before it fades away
as dying droplets of brink.

In the bemoaning sea I drown,
humanity is my comrade in distress
for the devils didn’t
spare either-
impartial at that.

I become an exorcist
drinking insipid potions
so they float-
my offsprings
on potential portions.

Take-2:
Prose:

Who are the devils? Where are the devils?
It has been ages since the devils took human forms. In contemporary era, One Rama or Narasimha is not enough to fight devils. The devils lurk everywhere, omnipotent and omnipresent…disguising like the Gods themselves.
In the form of racists, rapists and other unscrupulous barbarians…the list goes on and is long..

We all need to become exorcists in some form
or the other if our offsprings and et al. at all
need to survive in this world of rapidly growing malignant cancerous devils. When devils can unite, can’t we?

If not now, when?

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh

As apes of the apex species we evolved
to be perched like a bird atop a tree
in the name of mankind.

‘Man’ is still ‘man’
in a different form
of the kind that has forgotten to be ‘kind.’

Money for money
Money for blood
as a false paradigm of prestige, supremacy.
Respect for each other lost
even batons of hatred cost
to be passed.

Nothing more to culminate.
Human touch has become impalpable.

If power alone can bring it back
let my poetry bleed.
Let petrichor invoke kindness.
Let my verses rain.

Copyrights @Brindha Vinodh