Poetry

Wrestling with a theological 
puzzle, I would like to talk 
about the nature of God. He was sitting 
besides me. The man has 
become arrogant, he said, I want to quit. 
 
Were you afraid of 
becoming a narcissist, while 
eating a daffodil? 
 
Convivial. 
I was trying to listen to the lunatic’s story. 
The other side of the indiscretion. The 
corpse comes alive 
after resuscitation. The bones in 
desert started laughing. There was 
a chorus of cricket’s symphony 
and hopping toads 
became friends with stray dogs.