Reflections
A city at which nymphs looked at with thirst
wondering why they had not been here first!
But the very first of this fort - the king
was ruminating over the vile thing
that back at Lanka, his brother had done
which was as wicked as stealing the sun.
The gloomy king sat on his splendid throne
carved masterfully from sweat, stone and bone
in Maya's image, the goddess divine
a more devoted form than any shrine
for the king was the biggest devotee
of the goddess of illusions - Chandi
as he sat in his seat that were Maya's feet
as he and his court were ready to meet
Ahiravan: Wise and potent men, I think you all know
my brother's sly trick with the golden doe
and a disguised skin of a begging saint.
Also, from his forest, a clever feint
and a countrylong trip on his airship
with a swaggering smile on his dark lip
had kidnapped Sita, a queen in exile
the parallel king, Ram, all in the while
has culled an army for the looming clash
and our lineage is open for a gash
that will bleed and bleed for eternity
until remain ruins of our great city
Dhumusha: I would not fear if I were you my lord
for King Ravana is no less than a god
Ilgiva: Silence ho! What is that clamor I hear?
Is it the expected purple-robed seer?
Guards: No my lords, only seven fishermen
claiming to have caught a fish from heaven!
Ahiravan: Let them in.
~Ajay
4/3/2018
