Social Saint

So what I was told by my granny

There are beads of rosary

And each bead benumbs into many

Thoughts being made illusory

 

I picked the same to numb the reality

So the ideas of her pass into

Nothingness and be called fealty

But she darts back ditto

 

Like a thundering bolt of electricity

Charging my existence again into something

That I run away from and want felicity

For being lost into unison and be nothing

 

Like a great catastrophe of humanity

Being shuddered into fatalism

I choose despite calamity

The shaken womb of earth as cataclysm

 

To shun the mount calamitous

And be an ascetic in rural

Parlance of deeds not devious

And be benumbed saint social

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