My turban, is Sandeep

when the traffic stop

is empty

of egos

assumptions and

banalities, and talk

and talk

and construction of

hero’s on 6 o clock

news

 

my blue turban rests proud

fiercely clasped together

each fold a time stamp

an assimilation of stories

 

as my head fell to a

nameless shadow,

gently, it fell

very carefully

to allow my turban

to stay still wrapped

wrap after

after wrap

after wrap

7 meters of blue

in a tidy wrap, still

my jewel, my crown

brandishing it as

it ebbed to the earth

my blue turban

postures proud, still wrapped

stubborn like me, a blue

provocation on that street

just where my swagger

plunged and lay, fallen

caught in the trap

of another coward

at a traffic stop

 

I want you to know

my blue turban nestles

proud

still wrapped

stubborn like me

not dead, it is

Sandeep*

 

*Sandeep = enlightened one

 

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