If you are a celeb of this land
and keep your baby’s name
in the name of that dreaded Timur of Persia
you are likely to set evil eye on yourself.
Yet this celeb couple did just that.
Imagine the aftermath!
All on a sudden this ember of a name
was the cynosure of all eyes.
A huge carrion flower popped up
out of void as it were
for all those scavenging insects
starving since eons.
How they were lured
by the corpse-smell of a name!
What a feast of blitz they had!
Such barbecue of spoken words
with the spice of insolence!
Well, as of now,
(thanks to the paparazzi
secretly stationed outside the baby’s home
to snap his every public outing
and vowing oodles of scoops)
the name Taimur is synonymous
to adorable, sweet, charming, winsome etc. etc.
The same public
that went berserk over the Muslim name
now cannot handle
the overloaded cuteness of it.
‘What’s in a name type’ of luxury
can’t be afforded in a country
where divisive politics rules the roost;
where illiteracy is bliss;
where dark age is just a step away;
where dream has taken leave
giving room to nightmare.
Posted for Poetry Pantry #361 @ Poets United