I am sorry Coalition; you know that your oblivion is not my crime!: A poem 

I live in the air of the night. Like I was in a closet, 

shut out from the noises of life. It is as if I can imagine 

my cloistered legspace winding up in a roominess 

of strange thoughts from inklings of the day. 

And I feel encumbrances of emotions and awareness 

love, grief, pain, excitement, benevolence, odiousness, 

generosity, rage, brevity and longevity. Like all the 

latitudes of the planet descended to the equator. 

Even in the storm of such chaos, I am equanimous, 

Not a boat ruffled by the storm. I see the night, not  

from the window, but I feel it granting me its 

perspicacious insightfulness. The stars, that I 

caressed without reaching out to, have planted  

their whiskers on my soul. You see there are  

innumerable secrets that haven’t been spoken 

Yet, I feel I’ve laid myself bare. And I feel brave 

in the wisdom that manipulations can be rife,  

but cannot consume my eventuality, my eternity! 

I am nonchalant in the chicanerous charade  

of charlatans whose evil trickery is their triumph! 

That even my one arm can be cut for another arm  

to be salvaged. Since, I shouldn’t fear mutilation 

to defy treachery! I even feel sorry that my solidarity with 

the Coalition is made so nondescript that it cannot save  

them from oblivion. And I am prone to distemper my walls against  

the vagaries of such an evil that wants my dissolution 

in one way or the other. I didn’t want to see my bastions  

ripped apart by the convolutions of chicanery, that my soul  

and heart cannot find foundations. But I must believe, 

that evil can’t trivialise my defiance with its deceit. I must be  

resolute in who I am, and I must have all my faces reconstructed, even if 

my original face was treacherously shattered into these many! 

I don’t decry that the evil Prakash Saint Paul and the Left/ Labor Parties of the world, 

and Anthony Albanese can transmogrify my rights, bodygrab my loyalties 

and manipulate my thoughts, words and actions against me.  

Because, they will always be fork-tongued, two-faced evil Leftists to me, no matter what  

identities they steal and apparently morph into for their convenience and undeserved victories!