Interview Poem by Shree Parno

They sat on various colorful chairs
I entered slowly
In the center of the golden room,
Suddenly they laughed
I asked myself
Are they not liked me?
Actually the soil of a village was in my hand;
They looked me with red eyes,
They examined my little hands
With their superlative
I got nervous.
What is in your name?
The supreme man questioned
Nothing - I answered politely
He felt strange
His eyes trembled
Again he asked my name
I don't know - I answered,
Again he felt strange
Some other member then whispered;
The words I heard, from their talk -
That the man is not suitable for the circus
Again another question came from the centre
Who are you?
‘A new bird in the old zoo'
I thought to tell this
But a person from my mind
Forced me to tell some other thing
I told that -
May be I am a number or dot
May be I am an access or an account
May be I am the shadow of a man.
The supreme man told -
You may go now.
I said thank you very much.