Intoxication
Carried by the winds
From the west.
Or sparks set off
In the insides that
Churned in protest.
No one knows.
When it took over
Minds,
Fiddled with hearts,
To overpower
Human will..
Everyone who had
Forgotten to
Speak.
Coughed.
Cough, Cough.
A terrific cough.
They coughed
While they stood.
Coughed while
They sat.
They woke up
Coughing and
Fell down battered
By the cough.
The cough gulped
The laugh to
Cough more.
Pulled up the
Intestine to
Amplify its choke.
It slapped awake
The ones asleep
To force spit their
Hearts out.
Kicked down the
Haughty heads,
To compell a
Grounded walk.
Some toiled,
Built, sang, danced
And toned their
Cough in shape
To become poets.
Others blamed,
Grappled and grudged.
And strangled
Themselves to
Self pity and hate.
Few, who became
Good coughers.
Preached the art
Of coughing.
To become
Self proclaimed
Babas.
And the ones
Who mastered
To cough out loud.
Made assurances
To censure it.
And won elections..
PS- translation of my Kannada poem
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