Tuesday 11 February 2020

Chand Saudagar


Not Manasa's sage washerwoman- Shiva's tears of repentance as this Wine made flesh
Floats Behula's boat clear of Isis' self-fulfilling sentence- Thine eyes refresh
So our Thoth render its hermeneutic Horus unto the wrath of Seth
Scorning the Immortal Gods, Stupidity triumphs over Death

Envoi-
Prince! In the tongue of thy Maritime enthroner, Merchantable my advise
 'Ware Vasuki in thy Pardah Nashin's, Battery Hen, Paradise!



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