Follower

Follower

Walking "with" his master
Sixty four feet behind him,
Carrying the masters stuffs,
The setting sun, projected
The enormity if his fear.

His desolate mind, sometimes
Filled with the image of
Half covered eyes and
Vrukodara's stomach of
Four hapless souls,
Wondered how the "representatives
Of God", had sex with the untouchables
Without being polluted by their touch.

Far away, from the unreachable distance of vision,
Beyond the next curve hailed the sound of an "Udukkai".
Panicked and petrified all at once,
He rushed to hide somewhere.
Missed a step, and fell into the well,
Unguarded by the bricks of hegemony.
Poor soul drowned, choking the dependant lives,
Waiting for their food at home.


From the cover of the curve, ran furiously,
His dog, dragging the Udukkai,
Biting the lace of it, for forcing his "Master"
To hide behind bushes, out of fear.
On the other side of the river,
Waited his kids for their food, and
Their mother to be raped.

-Arjun R