Monday, 29 September 2014

Sankarshana, by Word & Thought

Where is the pot its potters yet make?
& whence the Dawn its waters let break?
What Wheels above have our Wills obeyed?
 That a Hole abide where Love was made

Yuga by Yuga, the Universe shrinks
& Revati, now, a wife wot drinks
Nothing fits; for the knock of the plough
Hymen's heads too swollen now.

Tho' its Symposium sink to TED talks
Not Stupidity sole the Saqi stalks
But that stotting Mrga Trishna
So Black the Whole, a Hole is Krishna

Prince! Sankarshana by Word & Thought
We drink alone from Balram's pot.

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