V : TMC : The Giver

by Dayran

 

 

 

 

Indran's fall was considerable.

After the Queen left, he was desolate,

No longer king or god of the world,

Was a considerable price to pay in a man.

He cultivated the friendship of youth ,

And brought to them the reminiscence,

Of a time in the castle of lofty Caucus.

He did this as song, like Cossack Mamay.

In exchange they named him as the giver,

And creator god of the universe.

In society, the wife in the family found

 Herself in much the same position as Mamay,

In a situation as wife to the man,

She found herself bereft, her dignity,

She learnt to be the giver, preparing meals,

The way it sustains the life of the man.

It was a slow climb, a lifetime, back up,

But she became mother and wife, indispensable.

Youth grew to worship a god they related to,

Both personally and in relation to survival,

How did he create the universe? they didn't ask,

All that mattered was that he took care of them,

And was identified with father, sometimes mother,

Both very keen to express themselves as mind.