Jesus On The Cross
M Madathil Rajendran Nair
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Last night, I had a dream
I was self-realized
The 'I' that writes this
Didn't exist then
Like Jesus on the Cross
The Cross is me
My torturers are me
The hurt is me
Then how can this pain of nails
Biting into 'my' flesh ever hurt me
For am I not ever the nails
The blood and the pain?
Outside on the horizon
A Christmas sun is drowning
Itself into reddish inebriation
So let the exhilarated hand type on
Whatever it can
Before the dark
Pushes it forever down
Into unknown oblivion
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