Controversy

I never asked for controversy,
some unseen hand thrust it on me
just like some unseen hand scribbled the
Ten Commandments on tablets
and thrust it on early Israel

but controversy begets art
who slaps you when he’s one,
hits you with uppercuts when he’s two,
head kicks you when he’s three,
anaconda chokes you when he’s four

and I guess I’ve seen enough to know
that love poems are sermons and those
‘awws’ are paws, and an emoticon screams,
that nature reaches orgasms using
clever subtle analogy, that esoteric
verse romanticizes, and romantics
are cryptic Batemans

so, I’ll stay tortured, reaching, searching,
yearning, longing while poetic fundamentalists
misconstrue my lines, write scathing remarks
seething with hatred,
and I’ll let all the flooding, sweeping, overwhelming,
overrunning piss of malice sweep me away,
and crash against the rocks on which a make-shift,
shabby Lorelei who screams, ‘you wronged me!’ and
can’t do anything other than playing the blame game sits.

© Nitin Lalit Murali (2018)