A Lucky Reel
The plants here grow by the essence of moon
not of the sun, for a mystical boon
granted to these rakshasas illusive
and beasts that are to Patala exclusive.
But green's not what's stuck to these danava teeth
their lengthy canines have a meaty sheath
and their incisors are red with the blood
of the feast which they caught, last night in mud.
The clouds had now moved over to the woods
all the loyal stars now withdrew their hoods.
The plants and all creatures stiffened in heed
for the sky, again, in moonlight did bleed.
Sea, again, riant, pulsated throughout
the dark-skinned danavas were up and about
and one such squad of fishermen arrived
to net the finned fishes on which they thrived.
Their rods were longer for their arms were too
made of pliant and reinforced bamboo
the hook was made of gold, mellow were the bait
which were mudkins to the dinner they ate.
The baits were lowered into the ocean
and the wheels of life were set in motion.
The wine they drank now crept upto their eyes
so even the queen looked four times her size
but these tired twins were at once set ablaze
as one had reeled in a feast for the days!
~Ajay
1/3/2018
