सावन की बून्दनियाँ

If we inherit, not Wine, but the Divine's urinary effluent

Thank Mum- her Merit merely Condign or Congruent

Not, slap-the-black-off-you, Strict

For, by Krishna, all are tricked

That what is seen is orthogonal to what is heard

Love is the arrow wounded by the Word

Yam's Divine niyam  so binds Memory

Yami yearns, as Wine, to be Free 

Envoi-

Shravan! balancing your parents on an ever lengthening beam,

Yourself the bridge over Death's murmuring stream.

Riposte- 

Ravan! Sorrow, as Symbiote of its but perfect Ekphrasis,

Is all Competency, Congruency & Cataphasis

Matam- 

That aught Positive in Law, Logic, or Divinity

Exists Necessarily by but its own Asininity

Properties are arbitrary- no ultrafilter

Isn't, to itself, totes out of kilter

Vigyan- 

Expressed in tait Khalistani, Lowehneim-Skolem

Can only state- no Canadian aint Golem.