Karaikkal Ammaiyar

Muruga! Beauty's bouncing boy child! Thy parents ever facing off in,

(Duality's Sin upon Sinn!)

 not thymotic Thaandav, but all tenderizing Tango...

 Karaikkal Ammaiyar's third mango

In her husband's gormandizing hand

We understand.

Demos, an ex-son, dust to our palate

To crypto-oligarchs, chrematistic valet. 

I praise Pillayiar- born to break Vatsalya's Viyogini vigil

Messiah scraped from Mum's oil-bath strigil.

Envoi-

Prince! Thy Welfare State provides no finer circus, nor gluten freer bread

Than her Hands & Head climbing a Kailash beyond Husbandry's tread.

Reponse- 

If Dianoia is the diaper, this fear most fills with crap

Despair is that e'er Empty remains Thy lap

Siddhanth- 

'Tis just that Sons just are for what they can do

Is, more than Fathers, love just You.