Touched By The Devil Poem by Kalpna SinghChitnis

I'm a timeless enchantress,
with many faces,
hungry and deceitful...

I plunder the hearts of the impoverished,
enslave them, and look innocent.

I belittle the angels
and coax the devils,

I dare to touch the flames
and blame it on the fire,

I jump off the cliffs,
and blame it on the mountains,

I point fingers,
and wage the wars!

I reside under a cool pond
like an ugly, slimy frog,
pretending to be a lotus.

Are you kidding?

I can't be real, if I cry desert,
and be thoughtful to give the rain
to the thirsty souls like mine...

I can't be real, if I claim to love in a way,
no one has loved before...

I'm the biggest farce,
I must be laughed and stoned,
and I must not expect no more...

not even the Messiah should come near me,
and I must endure all...
without showing any hurt or remorse.

It's my fault,
if I didn't tell, who am I?
Ice or the fire,
earth or the wind
pauper or a queen?

How dare, I wore you like my soul,
and went out to tell the universe
that I'm happier and warmer than the heavens?

I shouldn't play games,
and if I do,

my nerve must be questioned,
and I must be tried in the heavens,
I must be stripped off my soul,
and my body must be hung in the sky
stapled on the blue moon,

so that the world can see and learn from my example...

Yes, I must remain un-forgiven
for all my sins,
in all times!


— Kalpna Singh-Chitnis, Copyright © 2009 – All rights reserved.