Soliloquy

Those who did not believe his story made him flee to the hills.
And the ones who thought he had seduced their wives
Caught him alive. Grabbing hold of his matted hair, filled
With lice and possibly reeking of ill omen, they sat him down,

Spoke to him of sunnier days while sharpening the knives.
It happened quicker than he had been able to ask for a cup
Of tea; all they did was apply insolvent balms of insolence
To the wound and warn him against any further digressions.

Thus dishonoured, he left his body and took the high,
Winding road to Kailasa, letting the organ drip blood
From the Himalayas to Cape Comorin. It was with a start
That those sages of the forests near Banãras woke when

The omniscient light they had always dreamt of
Spoke about a crime committed against an innocent:
This shaft was now to be worshipped across the land –
He had only forgotten to wear his clothes that day.

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