Prophet...

I was in the lime light

Yet they failed to find me

The search is for me...

For I have frisked my soul already!

They prohibited explanations...

The King insists to conceal

Yet I explained

Revelations I made...

They proclaimed my intentions

But the people declined to believe!!

I did my preach

And they did their skirmish.

I did not ran each time

When the swords made sound

When the leather squeaked of friction...

When the horses squalled in pain and glory

I was made invisible..!

They could not believe in my ordinariness

They were afraid of my magic

But I agonized for never having them!!!

And they whispered stories about my glaring eyes

They felt my melodious voice so dark and deep!!

So their minds refused to see my silhouette...

And I became the divine...!

“Comedy in life brings agony sometimes....”