I Act. I Don't Know.

My tears are made of glycerine
My sweat is bisleri water
My smiles are plastic flowers
I bleed but tomato sauce
My stress lines are drawn with liner
Even earth isn't fit for my face
So chocolate sauce plays mud

I am a fine actor
Who does coarse acting
I act doctor, scientist, trader, corporate
Sometimes a soldier too
I don olive green, sky blue and milky white
And evoke patriotism
With my vicarious valour

It is a different matter
That I don't know anything
About the heat of blood
And the sound it makes
The painful pain it causes
When it actually gushes out
Of bullet drilled hole on flesh and skin...
I don't know anything about
The bite of minus forty degrees
The rocking effect of Sea state ten
The sleeplessness in three-in-one watches

I do all types of acting
What if I don't know actions!
Let soldiers worry about the borders
I will make merry on the stage
I am Khan
And I am not a terrorist
Or black buck killer
Or an absconder

Juggernaut