Prostitutes and Politicians
To have nothing to say when we meet each other is also
A kind of reaching the ultimate
Or is a kind of result of reaching the ultimate.
At this stage,
One becomes spelling only the truth
In and with whatever he spells
And in and with whatever he doesn’t spell.
Like a say in Malayalam if interpreted in this way
“Vaayil thoaanniyathu koathkku paattu”
Buddhanum paattu.
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Prostitutes and politicians
Seemed to be the best available masters
With more of chances and choices
In their face and eyes.
Within the paradises of present and current,
And feeling secure and having more,
They looked never inferior, though not superior too.
They seemed to be the ones
Creating something from nothing,
Showing themselves as the products and fruits,
Increasing the demand for them every now and then.
And they never seemed to be selling all of them
Except for an illusory feel
Of those who seek and approach them.
Politicians, in spite of all above,
Seemed to be the ones stressed and tensioning,
For their fear of soil erosion from down their feet
And for their inability to give the fruit they claim.
They looked cheating and misleading,
Sometimes cheated and misled too,
For their claim of what they don’t really have and possess
And for their inability to deliver what they happen to promise.
Hence, resorting to prostitutes was my only other option.
Prostitutes seemed less stressed and tensioning,
Being able to accommodate all, with no claim,
With no discrimination and with great pleasance
And for no fear of soil erosion from down their feet.
Their openness was their beauty and attraction.
They could deliver whatever they promised
And were available, with their doors open, to all.
Those who sought and approached them.
Were quenched.
And it was for their own helplessness
The seekers were made to be tired and failing,
Even after getting what they were seeking from them.
Prostitutes looked triumphant in their games ever
Satisfying both themselves and their customers together.
So, I approached one of them on the street
And asked.
(to be continued......)
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