A writer where hid he,
Took the escape to
Moving from house to house,
Place to place
Under the protection,
Escorted to
Under the guise of
A different name,
The name changed to
Anton Joseph
In between Conrad and Chekov
And this was the aftermath
Of Satanic Verses
And the fatwa upon him
Issued to
And he as a fugitive,
A refugee
Running for cover,
Under the disguise of
Accompanied by protestors,
Guards and security staff,
Spies and intelligence fellows
And he remembering, reminiscing the days
Spent under captivity,
Scrutiny and surveillance,
Mr.Joseph Anton!
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