Drowsy eye-lids unwillingly parted
Scent of the dead rose petals filled
With the spouse’s sweat salty spilled
In bed-room; beauty lies scattered.
The Sun glistens on the cobweb soft
Up on which the morn dews mourn
Purple faced; squats a Spider brown
At the Center keenly, mute; and old
Full Defeat of India’s game gnarls rude
As moths are trapped and sipped crude;
The luxurious pot-bellies couch in hope,
Slowly caressing victory: bubbles’ hop.
And brood over locks of hair of cutes,
In sluggish slumber dreaming on sluts,
Vultures, on mobiles, the uncouth lob
Those are here on the nice -West –web
Any move of moths or liberation jerks
The blunt-brains sense, bind and lurk.
With snow white web of Spider’s make,
To keep the poor at the finger stake.
Callous Consumerism opens graves
To bury the dead in stoic graves.
Mind in shudder turns to the reason
Seeking counsel of sensible Season.
Kubera watching, crushing victory spark
Bows his head in glee and misery; mark!
Then, the Siberian wind feebly sweeps
Over the Flame: the Third Eye Beams.
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Note: Kubera: A” Mahabharata” Character of Capitalism/Mammonism
and referred in “Ramayana”. Both books are Ithihasa. (Legendary) .
Third Eye: The eye of Lord Siv that destroy the vice.
Nasarudheen.P. Parameswaran
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