LIVING DEAD.
Blind me gruesomely for life; emptying the entire canister of piquant red chili powder into my innocuous
eyes,
Cut each of my fingers mercilessly; with the hostile
pair of cleavers gleaming menacingly beside the
kitchen sink,
Ridicule me severely in public; ostracizing me for my
plethora of misdeeds; stripping me naked in the heart
of the city,
Break a bulky cluster of rotten eggs on my scalp;
giving me dead scorpion stuffed between stale bread;
to forcefully munch for breakfast,
Snap the brakes of my car deliberately before I left
in the morning; so that the automobile plummeted
horrendously into the steep valley; eventually
exploding and charring me into a cloud of black
plumes,
Hurl a battalion of abuses at me every night before I
drifted into tranquil sleep; addressing me by ghastly
names that I had never envisaged in the wildest of my
dreams,
Spit at me all the saliva loitering freely in your
mouth; vomiting on my face all the foul food which you
had consumed for lunch last afternoon,
Put a slab of pugnacious thorns beneath my head;
instead of the fir coated and silken pillow,
Give me acid to drink instead of mineral water;
uncouthly assassinating the intricate intestines
encompassed within my stomach,
Completely empty my bank account; spending each penny
of my hard earned money on bombastic clothes you
cherished and adored,
Kick me in my rear like a stray dog wandering on the
streets; ordering me to run to the most minuscule of
your commands even after midnight,
Pummel me brutally in my stomach; banging your fists
relentlessly into my chest; just a minute after I was
released from the operation room,
Slash my writs with your heinous nails; ordering me to
speak for you every time you opened your mouth,
Pour boiling tea directly on my tender lap; instead of
letting it harmoniously cascade into the cup
stringently clasped in my hands,
Sketch mortifying cartoons of my visage on the walls;
displaying them proudly to every visitor who89
frequented our dwelling,
Keep inscrutably smiling at me when I was inundated
with work; hiding my importantly indispensable files
far away from sight,
Scream hysterically in my ears; fomenting them to rip
apart in barbaric disarray; puncturing austerely
through my sensitive membranes,
Corrupt the mind of my child against me with appalling
tales; telling him that I was a cold blooded criminal;
when infact I was an ordinary sage,
Try and strangulate my neck umpteenth number of times
in a day; endeavoring your best to extricate the last
iota of breath trapped in my lungs,
Whip me for indefatigable number of hours with your
broomstick; commanding me to walk upside down with my
hands clinging to my ears,
But please O! beloved, don’t ever leave me and go; for
this painful ordeal that I underwent every day was far
less than the living dead I would become; if you
suddenly left me…
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