Descort – The Nightmare

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Ridiculous hits me hard
I dreamt of a friend feeding Biryani
to Trump
(horror of horrors)
The friend’s son called me to complain
everyone forgot his birthday

I’ll order a cake today
with a topper
screaming
Not for Him
Not again
No more elections
Kill the system
to restore order
a society, a nation and a world
insane
gagged by the majority

I woke up
my dog snuggled against me
I petted her real, soft fur
not yellow
no long red tie
just a blue scarf draped on her neck


She seeks assurance
that
I’m not the President
of any country
-not now
-never

Poetry Form: Descort

P.S. Biryani is a main course dish made of rice, meat and spices.

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