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Elephant caparisons none, their enormous bodies cast black shadows. Trunks stretch out to pulling and plucking pleasures. A grizzled tusker thrusts its tusks into the mud wall of a rural shrine; devotees drop vacuous chants, vamoose. People are in panic, dash along dissimilar byways. A young terrorist is trapped in the tangle of mammoth legs, and trampled; not brain, but some cruel seeds with Afgan patent lie scattered around his skull. An old bulwark is bulldozed. A coconut leaf is flung at electric wires; fear sparks.

It happens Then repeats itself That exudate of character Display of non-display That judgement terms cowardice, The paralysis of speech That would have aired the mind Revealed intentions Saved the pain That renders company to misunderstanding Why? This strange species, Why do they tuck the tail Sprint with no backward glance. Why? Do they never realise, That eye-opening conversation Stands highly appreciated, preferred To the darkness they dish out, Leaving one to wonder, never knowing Whether to be angry or proffer excuses.

My love. My princess. My heart. My prince. You were originally mine. I know that. Why did you not wait for me? I was hurt at your indifference. I am sorry, but I knew little then, could not tell whether it was really you or another. I was truly bent on getting my true lost rib. Well, I felt alone, rejected, misunderstood. I was unsure of your love even though mine for you was growing without nourishment. You kept away no matter what I did. By the time I became sure that it was you, you had gone away forever. I lost you to another. Oh! How I wept for you. I am still weeping .

Your mouth is a loaded gun
Equipped with a hair trigger
Words-shotgun splatter
No clear target just mass disaster
Firing off round after round
Shells filled with hate
Echoes of rage resound

Jesus the babe, Was born in a manger, Soon to become, Our crucified savior. Threatened by first, One king then the next, Jesus alone, Knew it was for the best. He taught in the temple, Even when he was younger, The tables of merchants, He cleft all assunder. No one defiled, The house of his father, Unless they desired, To see Jesus anger. When Jesus was praying, One day in the garden, Some men came to grab him, Without asking his pardon. For years he had preached, And he healed the sick, But fear of an uproar, Caused their hearts to be sick. So they came in the night, Mean looks in th