Wednesday, 4 July 2012

Inside the conclave

All that surrounds me here are just
fragments of paper,
whiff of rivalry,
discordant agreement,
servile concurrence,
sharpening of knives,
wavering commitment
and clumsy protocol.
Everything combines to strangle
me and choke my voice
inside the plush confines
of this meeting room .
Feeling under siege,
I feel the rashes erupt on me.
I must have changed appearance,
but strangely, nobody cares.
They are all busy discussing.
A thought crosses my mind suddenly.
Suppose, I were to die now,
at this very instant,
in a massive stroke.
Will that stop this blood feud
that binds them all together.

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