Member Poem

As far as I remember—
His hands were left with
a hell-plastered fireball,
when the creating clay slipped through His fingers
like an eel.
I swear I didn’t commit any offence.
I was born by God’s mistake,
so I see right after birth—
we are all the illegitimate children of faith
clawing at the cheeks of civilisation
and drawing tattoos of violence
all the way down its thighs.
 
As we had no pre-determined goals,
we have made ourselves goals.
We have broken temples, mosques, churches and pagodas
also homesteads— the bigger asylums.
We have taken pride
in pulverising the sleeping rooms of love,
in making blood flows of nightmares
under the pretext of mere faithlessness.