Chased Away Poem by Pinaki Dewan

Her scream is fresh in my ear. The horns
scare the cat down the stairs. I have my
head sticking out of the bus window but
there is no air. I've no hair either. It's a
damn amazing affair. Blair calls me out

to prayer. But I say I don't care. I sit on
my chair like a hare chased away by
some predator. I open my book about
computer-hardware. I understand nothing
so I compare my life with that of the

pair of puppies outside and grimace in
despair. I wish I were a corsair sailing
the seas either rough or fair, it doesn't
matter; I'd stare all day at the skies
overcast or bare, and wait to go all

clear. I wouldn't share my food with
anyone, have everything to myself. No
one would dare to slight me or treat me
as a spare. Nah, I'm just building castles
in the air. My father sits in his armchair

all day, wishing I'd be an engineer quick,
be a debonair gentleman not some wacky
poet. I'm no master at warfare nor am
I very aware of the world around me.
So I just say to myself, 'Beware.'