In the Mad docks

a poem by Purushothaman P V

Can a jackal from the parts of hell
streak into annals of beautiful heaven?

Can a devil dare to be a deity
Once it changes its colours as a chameleon?

Can a traitor be a patriot
Once he tunes his voice to sound soft?

Can a blood shed on a massacre be a flowery path
Once the acts of violence were pardoned by poly tricks?

Never and never again! The humanity is deceived
And disdained in the pages of history by your sheer acts of madness?

(Eschewing the violence perpetrated
in the temples and busy areas in Varanasi
by the fanatic forces)