Karpagathenium

An instituition of the Arts

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love creates a drama, the size of the world

We turn and go to the facts and find a drama bigger.

The Indians said life's a leela and lost the empire

Soddom thought it had the facts and earned God's ire.

A stage of the mind is a place for the bold

Where the passion and reason, in each other's arms enfold.

The Parthenium is a virgin, innocent to all that aspires

Encourages all manner of activities for love's desires.

The Karpaga is the innamorata, immortal for all time

Delights in everything as a wondrous pantomine.

On a stage, in life, death and the tax collector's office

Incessant in all it does, persistent in every cool fantize.

Is a play and yet it's gore, once gone is found no more

Brings on the tears and the laughter with equal amor.

Screams with delight at birth, dances on gravestones gray

One more day and then another. Then we'll rotate each other.

Till, the cows return, no more divisions, all is home.

Reviews

[FJ Davis]

An image-filled, entertaining and perceptive offering.
Your poem, Sri, was a genuine pleasure to read.