The Centipede and Me
I was to go to the Temple
I took my scooter out
A large centipede crossed my path
I ran my scooter over it
Time and again
Centipede lay dead on the floor
Few limbs still twitching
I was aghast and shocked
What a deed out of character
Was it inner fear or loathe
I had no answer
I reached the temple
Folded hand I stood
A silent prayer to the God
Few droplets of tears
Escaped my eyes
Speeding back home
It all dawned on me
I always speed on the highway
On my way to the college
One day the monster bus
Would hit
My soul hovering over
My likeness pasted on
The road
Litter finger still twitching
I have joined you my lord
Thank you
After all it was poetic Justice
K.V. Radhakrishnan
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