The Divine Folly(Kanishka Roy) Author's note-
Ravana- The antagonist of the old Indian epic called Ramayana
Dusshera- The ceremony of Durga deity farewell or the burning of Ravan as a symbol of burnig evil.

I've included parts of my previous work here as they fit appropriately with this poem. I hope readers can pardon me this time and read this as a whole new piece.
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I recollect my choices disguised as sins,
My guilt is determined; I’m accused of existing,
The weight of the Book plunges me into abyss,
I am set ablaze like Ravana on Dussehra,
For what more is this flame, my hell is other people!

I surrender my being to the Gods on the clouds,
They collect prayers and vapours from the sailors and the seas,
And pour them on a burning city; my city,
That spat me away like the cloud spits raindrops,
For what more is this rain, the ceaseless act of letting go?

I roll my tongue out into the cool drizzle,
The bitter zest of acid latches onto my taste buds,
I stand as still as time in a black hole,
Oh rain, my friend! Corrode me away into the core,
For what more is this life, except a series of chemical reactions!

I twitch and twist and beg and cry,
As the filthy maggots slither into my crevices,
They probe, they eat, they feast, and they hollow my insides,
In a futile search of a disease locked in my scarlet safe,
For what more is this sickness, if not the cure for rotting minds?

I turn to the Father I’ve known to be theirs,
Seeking comfort in his divine embrace,
My confessions are the evils I’m unaware I harbour,
I thrive for retribution in the judgement hour,
For what more is this penance, but the search of refuge in a false heaven?

I try to destroy Almighty’s folly,
A swift and sudden kiss of steel,
My focal point goes astray,
And I linger free in their holy locus,
For what more am I, if not the anomaly that I am.

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