The Trojan Horse

A Poem by Anita Nahal

Corrida (Bullfight) by Pablo Picasso

Yes, we let our ego be center stage on occasions and my ego became the Trojan horse. I myself constructed the Gulliverian prop, then willingly revealed the path to the sanctity of my comprehensions. It proved treacherous hastily and it seemed clear I wanted it to be found willingly by my conscience. The necks are twisted, eyes massive and bolting, legs twined and tails growing from navels. Mouth’s grinning, hooves puffing, manes stiff like frightened quills fallen from a porcupine. A few men’s faces focus on the fight, unnerved. Rest appears barren with cardboard cut outs filling the arena. As my Trojan horse fell on its back, the bulls came darting poised for the final denunciation. I upturned my hands to face the sky seeking alms of forgiveness. The bulls transformed into thousands of Ganesha, some airborne, some prancing, and one sitting near me engrossed, observing my expressions. I was able to walk away, ego bruised, subdued and ready to start anew. That night I pushed my Trojan horse into Ganesha’s care to be melted and reused as asphalt binding me to modesty.

Ganesha: Hindu God of prosperity and success

Anita Nahal, Ph.D., CDP is a professor, poet, short story writer, and children’s writer. She teaches at the University of the District of Columbia, Washington DC. Anita has two books of poetry, one of flash fictions, four for children, two edited poetry anthologies and one edited nursery rhymes anthology. Her third book of poetry is set for release in August 2021 by Kelsay Books. Originally from New Delhi, India, she is the daughter of novelist Chaman Nahal and educationist Sudarshan Nahal. She lives in the US with her son, daughter-in-law and golden doodle. For more: Visit Anita Here.

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