I Solicit... Poem by Ananya Guha

I solicit a craving not narcissistic
simple a craving, a cynosure
so that the alter ego gets a kick
and the righteous mirror is not cracked.

Somewhere there are hidden desires of being hero worshipped
adulated. It will not come in poetry
but in a famed hall enshrined in dream.

This has been coming through centuries
in tyrants and despots.
This in fact is tragic history.
Megalomaniacs power driven are at the centre.
Why not me and you?

I solicit spilled blood and martyrdom
look around see what is happening
they are eyes, on Syria or any country
and people flee there is death into other nations.

Solicit light winged angels of mercy.
God will bless be charmed by our love
for ourselves.

I solicit prayers at the hands of sacrifice
I solicit a blessed act of loving oneself only.
Not others. Others are alien, strangely foreign
and reduntant,

when we love ourselves.
I solicit this love
call it self willed and narcissistic
and death then will have no meaning.