Passions' Pageant Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Passions' pageant goes on and on
in the grand hall of my mind that captivates
my concentration
where attractive agile Passions in parade
go on alluring me with their enticing gestures
exposing their physical attributes
with swim-suit modelling, cat walk in gaudy
gowns
unique hairstyles and exotic make ups.
To prove their mental dominance
they go on haranguing with their fixed beauty
queen smiles.
They keep struggling to captivate me
and I proudly mistook me as the most
powerful sole judge
though I am their sole vulnerable victim.
Like a greedy starving dog
that chews and licks a piece of bone
which bears no flesh or blood
I go on licking my passions.
My heart's mouth bleeds generously
but it goes on sucking its own blood
with a delusion that
the piece of bone is so yummy to taste.
I go on chewing my Pain
mistaking it as Pleasure divine
and the Passions in the pageant mockingly
continue to grin at me.