Death of a Hero (i)

I saw my hero in the grocery store

Picking fruits, walking down the alleys.

Rubbed my eyes, reality tore

I can’t believe it’s true, euphoria in my trolley

I chased my hero

I saw my hero doing things he shouldn’t do, disasters

His fame and fury are lava burning my feet, I am getting stuck in it.

Cleaning the fog on my eyes, the smoke of burning polyesters

Pushed down the guard,

discriminated the lady selling getting cards,

Stamped the needy, fired the innocent lad

I saw my heroes images rusting,

That’s when I realized

He’s a human in blood, flesh but popularity is not important as humanity

I saw the real picture not a insta one with filters, filters which worn out.

I walked down to the bus

Took a seat home,

Wondering what was about this human that I had admired, looks just?

I lay down at the bed staring at the wall

I saw my hero again,

But now she’s true, it’s my mom

Till yesterday I was a naive kid hiding under the blankets, scared of thoughts,

She told me what was right what was wrong,