Uncompromising
years ago he dreamt of four streets
all of them were covered with pythons
dejavu was such that he ended up living on
the fourth street
here he was slandered to the extent
those one reads about in books are slandered
priests and saints
he remembered one of those holy
books he had read
it said losing ones reputation was essential
when chasing piety
what piety was it he often thought-
to be scarred
hated
swirled around in abyss
he kept proceeding on with life
executing life
day to day he ran on
pythons were there yet he held onto his own salt
some called him a loser
some the very definition of what a man is not
supposed to be
he learnt to be a step ahead
his personal diary was published posthumously
he was eulogised as a saint
as a steadfast walker on thorns
no man is supposed to be as brave
his cathartic nauseous day had so many triumphs
yet the salt was zoomed onto
the pythons died one by one-
but by the time the streets were safe-
he was no more
he manifested the pythons
they had died way way before
but he had given in to what he thought
that was his disease
to think of what never existed
and johny even if those pythons existed
he could have focused more on gin and tonic
tulips and butterflies
kiddo gave in to those sketched pythons
could have lived- atleast tried