The Last prompt of the month
So early from a baker shop
as routine, the morning bread
A dog looked at me, moved a few steps
Kicked I and hurled a few selected abuses
The dog barked and registered
its hatred labeling me through his barks.
Just then at noon
when at the edge of a drain
I unrolled the table cloth,
a beggar sighed
And I became the ugly object of his hate.
After noon in a lawn
under the Apple tree
at tea, a sparrow perched so low
with the wave of my hand
I drew it apart
but on my shirt she wrote
by her dropping " I hate you"
Late night when at the dinner we assemble
my maid passed a bowl of broth
her black hands blackened me
I paid no attention to the bowl
but she dropped her neck and marked me
as her object of hatred.
on the bed tried I hard
to sleep and after shutting all channels
I woke up in a city
where the dog was gatekeeper, beggar, the King
little sparrow, a fairy and my maid a Queen
Summoned they me at the pond
and passed a decree
Few giants pushed me through a black tunnel
A cloak they put me on
with few labels fixed reading
" Hate, Hate and Hate him"