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For the Joy of Hating: A Satirical Poem

Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


In those far away dense Himalayan woods

not knowing each other, and in distant caves

dwelled these two ascetic and meditating dudes

wise men by beards, and by the way they behaved.

After many years of their solitary peace

one day by chance they ran into each other

so they sat in the shade of some very old trees

both excited and thrilled like finding a lost brother.

"What made you choose this loneliness and bore?"

wanted to know the one with shorter thinning hair

"Well, I left people so that I could love them more"

said the other wise dude with a blind man's stare.

Then he rushed to explain after a sad, long sigh:

"When I was with them they just made me pissed

and I couldn't love them no matter how much I tried

so in order to be loved more, they had to be missed."

The other kept nodding with a tear in each eye

and then he said with a voice as if from grave:

"I had a real hard time to say my 'Good-bye'

and harder to get used to the damn cave."

"So why did you leave, if you care to say?"

"Well, a village dude -- in a likeness of you

left to the mountains to find wisdom in cave

so my father kicked my ass with only one clue

not to come back before the other one would do"

Now, the other dude, holy and wise as could be

spoke like a prophet who got sudden solemn call:

"Let us go back, you and I, to be both happy and free

I miss hating people more than I am loving them at all."

And so they left.

© 2021 Val Karas

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