The Seer
Ahiravana: Spouting water at divine temple gates
sprouting the very first weapons of hate
gracing the ears of Vishnu and Shiva
being the mount of Varuna and Ganga.
Its tusks could crush lions, the mouth eat them whole
jaws - made of pearl - could tear apart a troll
and you seven fishermen were suffice?
This is not a hunt, but a sacrifice!
The Makara came here by will not chance
you may have missed something at the first glance
Ilgiva: O' look who is come at this perfect time
the purple robed seer with powers sublime
Ahiravana: Welcome lord decoder of time and space
but why do I see a frown on your face?
The Seer: "Danger! grave danger! my visions tell me
the crown on your head is in jeopardy!
I've seen these white walls wet with shades of red
I've seen someone else on this throne instead
the face was blurry so I could not see
it could be anyone, even a bee
or an ox of an abusive farmer
even a lean snake tired of its charmer
could be someone who is close to your heart
or it could be some king oceans apart.
Trust no one! not your blood, even your wife
your reign is in danger, I swear on my life!"
The Makara shivered, out came a roar
guards arranged around with intentions gore.
Its belly ripped apart, emerged a claw
and everyone stood in daze and in awe.
~Ajay
19/3/2018
