Poem: Encounter Specialist, God-man | Murzban Jal

Encounter specialist god-man
When one fine morning
Was walking in the gardens of his castle
Saw
Aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins
Dropping from the skies
With necklaces and buffaloes with them
To distribute to the people.

“Distributing to the people!â€
So fumed encounter specialist god-man
And looking at the aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins
In the skies
He screamed
“How dare you distribute anything to the people:
For don’t you know that I am the people
Me
Encounter specialist god-man!â€

And then
In a fit of patriotic rage
He pulled out his gun
The gun
Yes the gun
With “Viksit Bharat. Made in Berlin 1933â€
Stamped on it
Manufactured by his cousin from a nearby village
In some foreign land.

He took aim at the aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins
Dropping from the skies
Distributing
Not only necklaces and buffaloes to the people
But also
Capital
Not to forget
Land, bread and peace.

“This simply cannot happenâ€
So the encounter specialist god-man said:
“For
Do not the aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins
Know that necklaces and buffaloes
Are sacrosanct
But most of all
Capital?â€

And
What is the gibberish
About
Land, bread and peace?

After all
Have we not heard
This
Nonsense
Before?

And so with the gun
With “Viksit Bharat. Made in Berlin 1933â€
Stamped on it
He took aim
Not knowing
That the gun
Manufactured by his cousin from a nearby village
In some foreign land
Had the muzzle the other way round
You know
Had a hole not in the barrel
Yes not in the front side
But on the hind side
Since the muzzle was made
The other way round
Made in Berlin, 1933.

And so when the encounter specialist god-man
Took careful aim at the aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins
And pressed the trigger
The bullet came out from the muzzle
You know the hole
Not on the front
But on the hind side
And then lodged into his head
Yes, yes
Into the head of the encounter specialist god-man
Who chased aliens, dragons, elves and hobgoblins all his life…….

— Murzban Jal