What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem 

I see your evil grow like leaves of flowerless orchids  uglily spread from the base. I can feel your rapine stare  like torchlight in my eyes that I have to squint at  or hide away from, my treasures all at risk. When all I want to do  is to give you a blank unwelcome open-eyedContinue reading “What are you, Prakash? Blood sucker or body grabber? You seem to be both: A poem “

On simply suffering: A poem 

I am suffering immensely, for somebody else’s crimes  I am also being punished for simply biding my time  I never had a first-hand chance to wine and dine  Because I thought my duty was to pay with my life  Duty doesn’t seek restitution, nor seek any reward  There is more than closure in finding omnipotentContinue reading “On simply suffering: A poem “

Prince Harry and Meghan: A poem 

We will not go back again  to the hateful kingdom where we were slain  Prince Harry and Meghan  All those arse-licking louts can carry on what they began  We don’t want their throne  Let Prakash, William and Cate, own  Can you call out the Xenophon(b)e?  Let evil harvest what evil has sown  When they singContinue reading “Prince Harry and Meghan: A poem “