Unpredicted explosions of the inglorious of beasts,
She relishes the substance, on heads she feasts.
Prowls on the inner child destroying the eye,
She tears up the guts, and unknowing the genius dies.
My self is the fuel, like a tumor she grows,
All set for an outburst when another beast roars.
Victorious in the battle, she predates them all,
While some bow in fear, some in appall,
Bow some beasts anxiously, anticipating her fall.
Atrocious is the laughter, with the humane deceased,
Such are the instincts of the big headed beast.
Realization came by my ferocious one,
Mutilated was her when the battle was done.
The self took control at the advantageous hour,
Taught the beast pardon, an all enduring cover.
Thus healed by time and tamed by the spirit,
Never does she roar, why, she doesn’t even cry,
Now rests her in peace, in sleep she must die.
-Arun Kumar
12th Jan 2010
She relishes the substance, on heads she feasts.
Prowls on the inner child destroying the eye,
She tears up the guts, and unknowing the genius dies.
My self is the fuel, like a tumor she grows,
All set for an outburst when another beast roars.
Victorious in the battle, she predates them all,
While some bow in fear, some in appall,
Bow some beasts anxiously, anticipating her fall.
Atrocious is the laughter, with the humane deceased,
Such are the instincts of the big headed beast.
Realization came by my ferocious one,
Mutilated was her when the battle was done.
The self took control at the advantageous hour,
Taught the beast pardon, an all enduring cover.
Thus healed by time and tamed by the spirit,
Never does she roar, why, she doesn’t even cry,
Now rests her in peace, in sleep she must die.
-Arun Kumar
12th Jan 2010
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