Jan
2008
Deep
Secret Desires
a poem
by Amit Parmessur
Copyright © 2008 Amit Parmessur. All rights reserved.
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Aged 24 and won
the Scooptheloot Short Humour contest in November 2003. One of
the regular contributors to The Short Humour Site. Just published
'The Words I Loved' in Mauritius, which is my first personal anthology.
Published several times in local youth collections, and previously
published by Orchard Press Mysteries. |
Prayers.
Prayers are the password to success.
So, I took a seat in the praying gallery.
It was colourful, and so peaceful.
Large vases of flowers. Ribbons.
Balloons. Bells.
I glimpsed at the other persons around.
They had innocent faces, all focused
And lost in prayers.
Cautiously handling a lamp as
everyone is expected to do,
I lighted it and put it in my heart.
Prayers are the password to success.
So, I took a seat in the praying gallery.
It was colourful, and so peaceful.
Large vases of flowers. Ribbons.
Balloons. Bells.
I glimpsed at the other persons around.
They had innocent faces, all focused
And lost in prayers.
Cautiously handling a lamp as
everyone is expected to do,
I lighted it and put it in my heart.
We
have deep secret desires.
We have them all.
I had them too.
We have them all.
I had them too.
I
folded my hands, in prayers.
The lamp burnt and its fire
lighted my heart.
God would see my deep secret
desires now with so much light
in my heart,
I thought.
I waited, the lamp burnt and burnt.
A wind blew and the curtains
rose violently.
I protected the lamp, clinging to hope.
I waited and waited.
The lamp burnt.
I felt uncomfortable, my heart was
beginning to burn.
In the end my heart burnt down to ashes
And the bells started ringing madly.
The odour of death burst
All the balloons.
The ribbons strangled the red flowers.
I glimpsed around.
God was nowhere.
Everyone was lying on the ground,
burnt down to ashes.
The lamp burnt and its fire
lighted my heart.
God would see my deep secret
desires now with so much light
in my heart,
I thought.
I waited, the lamp burnt and burnt.
A wind blew and the curtains
rose violently.
I protected the lamp, clinging to hope.
I waited and waited.
The lamp burnt.
I felt uncomfortable, my heart was
beginning to burn.
In the end my heart burnt down to ashes
And the bells started ringing madly.
The odour of death burst
All the balloons.
The ribbons strangled the red flowers.
I glimpsed around.
God was nowhere.
Everyone was lying on the ground,
burnt down to ashes.
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