End of an Illusion

END OF AN ILLUSION
Walking like walking catfish
Marching towards your ivory coated frills
Your body rinsed with green turmeric
I burn and become black pitch.

On your doorsteps
I was informed you love to ride olive ridley
Love all the travellers with rare skill of crossing the sea
Without fee
You harbor endless hatred for me
Because you want to delve deep into life
I’m carbon, legitimately brushed aside.