Poet-Tree Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

I kiss your famous reddish feet
Forgive me, forgive me;
Audacity of this poor fellow be pardonable ;
If you have to punish then listen what to be done:

Pick up my eye-balls with piercing spear
As they failed performing duties
Not eyed what worthy of note
Have eyed what not to be eyed..

Then pour liquid hot iron ore into my ear-holes
As they failed performing duties
Not heard what to be heard
Have heard what not to be heard...

Then pierce my oesophagus with your trident
As it failed performing duties
Not eaten what to be eaten
And eaten what not to be eaten...

Then cut my tongue and sew lower lip and upper lip
As they failed performing duties
Not said what to be said
Have said what not to be said...

Then cut my legs
As they failed performing duties
Not gone where to go
Have gone where should not go...

Then draw out my heart with hot crowbar
As it failed performing duties
Not loved what and whom to love
And it is full of cruelty, meanness,
devilish idealisms, greed
Hypocrisy, lust, ugly desire, buffoonery and egotism...

Burn it to ashes..

At last cut my hands
My left hand has done many wicked deeds
Chain it for billions of years...
Only fix my right hand in the ground

If..if..on a certain day
It transforms into a a poet-tree...