Leaves

'Under the quiet dead leaves,

A new season breathes'

Colorpencil on 130 gsm paper

Pic by Sally Robertson

The Hungry Man

One in white and another in saffron

Both beguiled a nameless feeble man

On to their sides with much fervor

Tried all they could to win his favors

And preached him respective canticles

Their concepts of hell and paradise

Of death and being and after-life

Of religion, faith and myths

Of society, perks and benefits

And when all insight out they did blurt,

He was asked the side he would convert

Saffron and white, stress both did exert

But he thought for a moment and alleged

He belonged to the biggest assemblage

“I, of the clan and order of the hungry

Can be every color you want me to be

But any day I would surely choose

To thy range of Gods, a mouthful food”

Honestly said the man and glaringly stared

But white and saffron were as if prepared

They tagged him a mole of another color

Cried, nasty seemed his ‘humble’ answers

And for having their ‘pure’ image maligned

The hungry man was jailed, for speaking his mind