What is the biggest mystery of all?
Is it the lost city of Atlantis
Or maybe the sealed treasures of vault B
But I think- I have found one right up there
In a large mansion, in the dead centre
Of a gigantically green round garden,
There hangs a portrait, left to verandah
Of what seems to be king or of such class
A fine smiling horse of the finest breed
Laden with the king or rivals of such rich,
Donning a costume brighter than most stars,
Feet filled in Surya namaskar-ing shoes
And a dressed moustache like drawing a bridge
So the people can cross the river like life,
With an overcast of threaded eyebrows
Over eyes that reveal the concealed truth
The eyes are crying but the body is not,
And the akimbo stance is but a mould
One that has moulded him in permanence
When he wanted to be his own potter
Sad over the manlihood stereotype?
Or the cobblestone laid when his path was Grass-
Maybe there exists many versions of-
'The mystery of the akimbo man'
~Ajay
7/10/17
