Poetry 2013 Shortlist, Manjit Banerjee

Corinthians 11:31

“Seek and ye shall find” – factoid today;
Felt him, as he glanceth through himself,
Grotesque – reminded him of last night.
Does sinful thought counteth to crime.
By order of law, no.
But then, his book of law...
Half night it was her, entangled with him
Next half, he was left barren.
Resorting to his stolen memories
Of work place muse scalping his psyche

He had lost his dividing line
Between beloved and beseeched
His lady and the ‘bella’; lay side by side,
His shadow looms over, eclipsing both.
One night had made him vulnerable
Harrowing him viciously,
Harbingering what he dreaded
His own judgement.

The infidel convict cheated pragmatic judge.