Conqueror Poem by Pinaki Dewan
Conqueror
anguish brewed a cupful rage
your emaciated hands
that would not even rest
lovingly on a scar
strangled an entire nation
you vomitted the sip
a cirque remains still sheltered
under your sweaty eyes
your music to her mirror
like turmeric to an ant-cluster
so will you let emancipation
spill from the kettle or just
acid from your pores
as the night implores implores implores
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