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Female Executioner


The executioner swanned along
   the corridors that smelt of perpetual repair,
With the Cheshire cat's grin on her grim lips,

Paused a moment on the way
to cheer the bearded man's music
not knowing it was sad.

And entered where her staff were at work,
Executed the day's scrutiny,
Ordered a hand chopped off here
   and a head there,
before retreating to her air-conditioned comfort zone
with job satisfaction in her religious heart. 
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  1. UnknownApril 5, 2013 at 11:31 AM

    Yup !!
    Whoever said religion makes people compassionate !!
    Just today read that a guy was being paralysed by virtue of Sharia law !!
    I never understand justice as described by religious fanatics !!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 5, 2013 at 2:56 PM

      Wasn't religion the biggest business throughout human history?

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    2. UnknownApril 5, 2013 at 2:59 PM

      Oh yes !! A very succeessful one. Prospering on peoples' insecurities and fears :)

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  2. mandakolathurApril 5, 2013 at 4:52 PM

    I can't even begin to interpret. No, go even beyond; I would not even know where to begin to interpret. This is the truth, the complete truth and nothing but the truth. So, help me.

    RE

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 6, 2013 at 8:57 PM

      Have you ever come across an Indira Gandhi in Emergency?

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  3. mandakolathurApril 6, 2013 at 9:31 PM

    I lived through one; indeed, when she lost the election in its aftermath I was at Ground Zero or near abouts, n Kanpur. But, your offering is overhead transmission for me; my bad.

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  4. vanderloostApril 6, 2013 at 10:45 PM

    Whoah!! What imagery!! So clinically executed to perfection!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 7, 2013 at 9:28 AM

      Life teaches us such perfection though rather painfully.

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  5. Woman'n'BeyondApril 7, 2013 at 11:16 AM

    painfully perfect, searingly indifferent and making huge and expected impact. stunning!

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalApril 7, 2013 at 5:23 PM

      Thanks, Meenakshi. By the time I retire I may perfect myself as a poet, it seems. :)

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