Spells of chieftain splendor Bespeaking of loyal grandeur Now the eye clearly sees without fear At dusk! The ancient kingdom of Assur? A flight in time and space from afar? Was that ingenious creativity of flair? Still bids indubitable eternal mystery! Are clothes on man an anecdote of utter hypocrisy? Is sarcastic humor a precursor of hidden sinister? The animals hereof show their ******, Undertone tinges of impeccant simplicity Stirring poignant Achilles' heel character As an infant suckling the breast of saccharine nature;
Lo! And behold… Sage mortals envisage a grotesque quest for a promising stage, Regnant and dignified? The new-age psyches’ beatify and feebly beg "Reform, in fact, is, rather softly, on the win” The lighthouse flashing against the sleet-blurred fig twig As every sacred notion becomes an unwavering origin certain, With no remorse that mankind can now ascertain The bewildering incarnation of science in religion! Like a single lily among lilies in a dark dungeon Great spirits now encounter violent opposition “Un-awakened Children silently screaming with pessimism” Hiding within the smooth sacred mask of personality Yet the fear of “the unknown” silently plays a drowsier symphony Calling back the violent rays to illuminate a peaceable destiny Were illusionary realities conform to the whims of a veiled deity, This goddess! A mystifying inferno doing its own radiance faster What a fuss! So light-footed as love yet so heavy-footed as war As if to justify the whirling gloom of despair Like the bleakness of the morning cuckooing rooster Or the dog which barks at his own image in a pond; “What startling veneration” Mortals without remorse still aspire to find The misplaced diamonds and daffs upon the beamish ground.