Who laid bare, faith of, fear, despair
And fêted pain with fanatic flair
‘Decreed his death’, as it may seem
“Forget me, world, like a dreadful dream”!

“To be forgotten, is redemption
A lasting end to my misery’s myth
Cremate my words’ vain invention
Turn me to ash, not a megalith!

Have strayed enough, in verse-wasteland
Free me of burden/prison of my words
Wipe off my footprints from its sand
So no one knows/finds me afterwards!

Who, when, where, what was Franz Kafka?
A delusion dancing on dark dots
At last redeems his mind’s mecca
IN THE FUNERAL OF HIS THOUGHTS!”

© 2023 Vikas Chandra