They chased me and caught me alive after a flip,
They defined me and entitled me though I had never wanted
They then carved a crown out of my own flesh
And gently and precisely put it on my small head made of strange mud
They said I deserved it as I belonged to this place,
As among the humans the chunk of the organisms infinite I lived.
Not too audible nor too clear in a tone
They declared that I was, and must be a part of the insanely sane demigods!
Be calm! , be patient! and be smiling! they told me,
I'd had to walk through the corridors, they added!
All these words they injected into the veins of my brain
And cautiously they set me to walk on the corridors of life.
Time flew and clouds rained as if they had never done so before!
It must have been a deviation from science, or a crippled miracle
When their experiment flashed the wrong symptoms on me.
It's not but a trophy that I have ever been headed for.
Not this time or next that I will enter the portals of fame.
I am just a creature without the black and white agony.
I will blend colors and will write on the walls
My words will break those walls for once, that is all.
This creature has been offered a crown to wear
And he will wear it for a season and swim in the oceans blue.
The waves of the seas will swallow me and then send down to the abyss
Soon I will fail to take a flight with no Gods still rejoicing.
There is no return to the ape in ecstasy
And I am doomed to perish in this subcontinent.
M.D Dinesh Nair
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crown-thurst-upon/
