ANTI- PALINDROME

Mere is the moment when
A blink of an eye captures
A prosaic move of the sunset and
My poetry still wanders
Between East and West- where
The race of the politicians is
Clever than scientists and
The silicon udders are exposed more
Than a Nobel Prize Winner

The rage of productivity is far more
Valuable than of creativity
Of the Prodigious

If they ask you about the Poet say:
“We killed him long before the full moon
And felt the pleasure of the silky touch of the bride”

If they ask you about the Scientist
Say:- but say the truth;
“We put him in a cellar
To do a rat’s job for us- long before
Hail has destroyed the harvest”

And if they ask you about the Sage
Say- and laugh- only thus you expose
Your real being and Certitude
Say: “We delivered his corpse up to the mountains
And offered to the vultures to chop his flesh
When the Sun hit its rays to the remnant bones
The mild wind shall blow the ashes
Then nobody shall be touched by
The disease of Loving-he was spreading
In the spring air and affect the one in Love-
Passion”