AGU🦁 THE POET

In the waiting room

He sits

As his fate would be decided

After years of service

Not even death

Could save

He was told to pray

Even by the forces against him

What an irony

He sat from dawn to dusk

Awaiting

Though his fate is sealed

The hour comes

He sits facing the grace

As the pronouncement was made

For he has been dissolved

From his service

To the gods

The fear grips him

Uncertainties hits him

His thoughts not aligning

The red liquid refuses to flow

Unanswered questions keeps popping

What if

The horror of the unknown truth

Grips him

Sleep absconds

He says to himself

I might just become

A dad

He puts it in

As he gets overwhelmed in emotions

Her moans drowns him

He forgets himself in her sweetness

Oh! The dam is released

As he can’t gain control

Nature takes over

The blood didn’t spill

He’s not ready

Neither is she

The pills passes through

And yes

They just muted a great

Or a thorn in the flesh

Who knows

No one

They say

Never look at the moon

For you’ll see a woman

Carrying firewood

It’s a bad omen for you

For you are pregnant

Oh!!!

She exclaims

I’ve seen the blood moon

It’s so beautiful

I have sang to it

And danced to it

What happens to me

She asked

You’ll lose your baby

She’ll come deformed

She’ll be filled with worms

Sorrow enveloped her

As the tears dropped from her eyes

For the blood moon

Had brought sorrows

A bittered soul

Sold to the devil

The father of all bitterness

The love evaporating in thin air

She becomes the devil’s incarnate

Darkness envelopes her

Vengeance her watchword

She sips the wine of hatred

Gets intoxicated in her unforgiveness

Oh! What a bittered soul

Leading towards perdition

All the bustle and hustle

Getting stuffs done with a struggle

That’s our world

That’s what makes us Lord

We empty to fill them

Which makes our ego a rare gem

But we forget ourselves

Till we become elves

Then we diminish

As we never get to finish

I need therapy

As I see bitterness enveloping me

Fear of the unknown

If I speak

I’m damned

If I don’t

I’m doomed

I really need to elope

To a place of peace

Where intentions meets actions

Where actions meets words

I look into emptiness

The tears dripping down

The soul heavy

I heave a deep sigh

And know for certainty

That I need

Therapy