Fandom And Hero Worship Poem by Subhojit Kar

Fandom is temporary, hero worship is permanent
Or is it the other way round?

The glittering sunbeams,
the eye-catching colors- -
golden-hued sunset
in the clear freshness of dawn
and the billion watt smile,
can't still hide away
the paleness of your cheeks.

The frankincense fragrance
rising from your picture
in the daily,
it can't cover
the sadness in your eyes,
your much too prominent collar-bones,
the pallor in your lips.

Inscrutable enigma that you are
and my one-and-only Goddess
that despite the interminable boredom
of another wasted day
filled with jeers, mock pats on back
and acid-tongue insults,
i still can't help asking:
Is everything fine, my love?

And i don't really care
whether you call it
fandom or hero worship
or pure lunacy
or smile it away
like so many
bubbles in the air.

Note: The fleeting glimpse of My Goddess caught in the bleary-eyed haziness of dawn (after a very late night) in a small photo adorning the inner page of the newspaper I subscribe, followed by a really rough day in office might have contributed towards writing this somewhat mushy piece.