Surreal
Someone has gone
Seemingly mighty and handsome
Tiptoed through the back door
Unseen by the frivolous crowd in front
With a hint of a jaunty smile
Out into the darkness beyond.
The front was a fairyland
Built on sermon by a nobody
To give Him a treat of a lifetime,
Abundance of coloured lights
Fragrance in its unhindered flight
Showcasing the temple's might.
People were chanting
Pleading praying defending
Apologizing silently for misdeeds
Still harbouring a murderous greed
But He was aloof, distant
And didn't seem to pay heed.
He was at a distance indeed
Sitting beside a shrunken shape
A comforting hand on the forehead
Of one exloited by the lords
And calm him down with sweet words
“I owe you dear, you are me”. ❖
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