Anuraag Sharma (27/7/1962 / Ajmer)

A man is not born till he dies
the 'a man' once lived and loved
hugged and was hanged
one time, two times and many…
Yet another day murdered
evening washes her hands
one time, two times and many…
no, no, let not life be a lady – M
whispered William – the prompter
from behind the curtain
but then, it grew – blazing like a blade – and colossus.

Crushed and murdered a 'the man'
(who) once lived and loved
hugged and was hanged.
It was sin to love
he loved to sin
one time, two times and many…

Meanness he pitied
no, no, I'm not Jesus – he forgave all
at all was not forgiven.
If I be a world, the world loves the sinner AD.
For 70 years, nay, for nine hundred and thirty years
a 'the man' chopped the woods to get a cross
for the 'a man' – waiting to be hanged.
yet another day crucified
evening collects blood in a sunny grail.

Am I the one on the left?
Are you the one on the right?