Poster Poem

Voice is mute
Viscera removed
With my need and greed
Painful history whole
Body stuffed to a handsome look
Fit for a poster.

Like a poster boy
I can disrespect
My father
But never my foster father.

I am a poster poem
His true inner voice
For those who are great
Have no time
To read between the lines
For those too busy
To stand and stare
I appear on the poster
Only for a glance
I can attract with my dance
For me title is enough
No matter what is spoken
Who speaks or on whose behalf
It really matters.

by Binaya Kumar Mohanty

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