Ban Me Poem by Soumita Sarkar

A cult in the making
A fang that is nagging
A disaster that hangs
Potent to mar and bang.

Ha! I still can dream
Freaking ideas in and out
How long in this vague shout
Hope can mind a bag of doubt?

Nope! this is illusion
A knowledge that harms
More often like a poison
Its better to be oblivion.

Ban me- ban my holy desire
For it can damage this soul
That soul which is pure fire
He can't live with a single hole.

God- I admit my fault-my say
A noun his name starts with 'A'
That I utter invariably every
Second of my night and day.