Confession Of A Martyr Poem by Binayakumar Mohanty

You,
hated Me
I,
loved you.

I was moving
in your vicinity
naked
crystal clear
like the truth.

Lenses of your eyes
opaque with
cataract of
prejudice, age old
issued against me
search warrant
though not was I
absconding
that was my guilt.
You imprisoned me
but I became free
from the trap
of falsehood.

You suffocated my breathe
I exhaled pure air
of truth
to pay last debt as a cock
I owed to someone.

You numbed my knees
got my nerves
paralyzed
I danced joyfully
victorious.

I preferred
a cup of tea
with hemlock
to live fake
with unreasonable.

You,
tried to kill Me
I portrayed
your ignorance
with bliss divine.

You,
hated Me
I loved You
You preferred
giving me
poison for my body
I preferred
a cup of tea
for humanity.

You,
hated Me
I,
loved you.