The Ascetic HedonistA Poem by Abdul AzizI intended this to be a satire on religious hypocrisy. But I welcome all opinions. There is no wrong interpretation.The Ascetic Hedonist
Enter
the room and you're breathing a fistful of toxic polluted air; Pure
but corrupted, it's dead but alive with the scent of unanswered prayers. Fearful
and rustic, the priest looks above and produces a vacant stare; Grabbing
his brandy and bottle of rum, he retreats to his secret lair.
Reading
his scripture from cover to cover, he kisses it with a frown; Picks
up his bottles of brandy and rum and delights as the sun floats down. Lost
in the stupour of liquourous dreams, he then longs for a girl from town Chosen
ascetic and practicing hedonist - pauper with kingly crown.
Morning
and moaning elope and they find him still cowering in his dread; Life
is his burden to carry unnoticed while neither alive nor dead.
© 2012 Abdul AzizAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorAbdul AzizChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutHello there. I'm a medical doctor by profession, in search of a better career. Right now, my only pastime seems to be navigating around the vicissitudes of life. I'm passionate about computers and p.. more..Writing
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