Uncompromising

years ago he dreamt of four streets

all of them were covered with pythons

dejavu was such that he ended up living on

the fourth street

here he was slandered to the extent

those one reads about in books are slandered

priests and saints

he remembered one of those holy

books he had read

it said losing ones reputation was essential

when chasing piety

what piety was it he often thought-

to be scarred

hated

swirled around in abyss

he kept proceeding on with life

executing life

day to day he ran on

pythons were there yet he held onto his own salt

some called him a loser

some the very definition of what a man is not

supposed to be

he learnt to be a step ahead

his personal diary was published posthumously

he was eulogised as a saint

as a steadfast walker on thorns

no man is supposed to be as brave

his cathartic nauseous day had so many triumphs

yet the salt was zoomed onto

the pythons died one by one-

but by the time the streets were safe-

he was no more

he manifested the pythons

they had died way way before

but he had given in to what he thought

that was his disease

to think of what never existed

and johny even if those pythons existed

he could have focused more on gin and tonic

tulips and butterflies

kiddo gave in to those sketched pythons

could have lived- atleast tried