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.
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