By Vivek Athwani
The religious are the first to resort to blasphemy-
The world's a beautiful place because of the irony, in the end.
“Shit, the smog is unbearable, the pollution is killing me,”
Said the owner of the factories, in the end.
Oh, you’ve got a flair- oh, your adorableness-
But it’s your flaws that people wanna see, in the end.
Another day of just sleeping, another day without money,
Said the lazy man, blaming his destiny, in the end.
“I don’t care who you tormented or the sweatshops you built-”
“It all boils down to the color of your Bugatti,” in the end.
“Damn, you’re a good person. Damn, you’re so honest and sweet,”
Said the girl after rejecting the fat belly, in the end.
No matter who goads the crime, no matter who perpetrated,
We’re taught to blame Draupadi, in the end.
It’s the mistresses who get famous, not the wives,
Said Radha to Rukmini, in the end.
Whatever you pose, however happy you look-
Vivek, it’s your misery that writes the poetry, in the end.