One-Man Army - Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

It's more like going to the temple

No, you can keep your footwear on

The shirt too, your beliefs, disbelief

Though you are required to

Willingly suspend the last,

As a security measure

The cookies too are confiscated,

As bandits are known to use them,

Along with the water and bag,

Do not worry, they will be

Returned to you intact

On your way out,

The hands will be free

To hold the dear in-house refreshments

You will require

To sit through the sound and fury

Of the one-man army.