Crimson Blood
The one you abhor
I call him Lord
His crimson blood
trickles
drop by drop...
And it soaks my soul
pore by pore
in eternal love...
I call him Allah
I call him Ram
His scars embalm
my tarnished essence...
And
the kernel of
Karma
Sprouts within..
I call him Jesus
I call him Buddha
You ask me...
Who is he that you love?
God's shadow
Or Incarnation?
Reality
or Imagination?
I say:
He lives in me
He lives in you
He lives in us
Atheist though you are
One day
You too shall
believe
You too shall
grieve
His death
But...
His pain
is nothing to you...
Because
YOU
yourself
Callously
Brutally
Demonically
Murdered him...
Slaughtered him
Killed him!
His love is unending
undying
unfettered...
It remains
embossed
As my quintessence
© Anukriti Sharma 2012
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