No Hara-kiri in metaphysical Haiku of belief, Senryu and Habun!: A poem 

I dream I am on a Japanese train 

A countryside so pristine and luscious, every grain 

I throw a dice, and feel beer of rice is nice! 

Again, I am on a Japanese train 

Am I an engine driver or coxswain? 

I lost my oar in the bloody roar! 

You know they branded me schizophrenic 

for their convenience(!), because I’m not psychotic 

I’m psychic as a bat, who are the psychopaths? 

Look at the meadows 

through the train’s windows! 

Have you lost all your demons and shadows? 

You know, the Universe is a mere blade of grass! 

How come you all think it is so vast? 

The crimes in time, against me, should they leave me aghast? 

I can say bye to love with a kiss, 

But don’t ask me to condone with forgiveness 

I’d rather all the evil dismiss! 

You know the other side of the river 

is as vile as this side; does it give me a fever? 

I am in prison livery; how can I be a liver? 

I just think, then, I’ll be equanimously tranquil 

No matter who is made to foot the bill! 

Then what should I fear; should I fear evil? 

No, I will not! No, I will not! 

even if this earth is randomly cold as it is hot? 

No matter if the Sun changes hands in the treacherous rot!