Killing Me

They have gifted me a hanging thread

for i haven't followed the formal conventions

for not continuing the age old rituals

They have prepared a 6 feet length pit for me

for not joining in any of the societies

for abstaining to bow before any place for worship

They have burnt my radical pamphlets 

They have torn my clothes

for not accepting a dog as a King

A miss world has filed a case on me

for being myself

for gazing at her almost naked breasts

Sheep have pelted stones on me

for not voting along with them

for not jumping into some direction

I am in all those animals, plants, fossils and rivers

I am sitting in all those living cells and non living atoms

I am in creation, not in hypo-critic and sycophantic illusionist materialistic life

I am creative , not a stone donkey with garlands in a halo head

I am with creativity, not in the graveyard of fame, power, lust, mobility, wealth and gold

They can copy me

They can remix me

They cant emulate me

They can't be me

Let them chant, for fire
Let them have prayers, before fire
They can never be as pure as fire

In all the galaxies and planets

in deep valleys, heightened  mountains

day, night, morning and evening

Wherever, whenever, whoever and however

no one can kill me, even if they die

because

If they are alive, i am dead

If they are dead, i am alive

PS : Written for 3WW  ,  Prompts : abstain, halo, prayer