DEMI-GODS
R. RABINDRANATH MENON
Eagerness
to be impartial
fosters a fever in the veins,
that dries up the generous
flow,
of fluid in the central
mains.
Bones
ache on the sides
echoing the mental broadsides
where each seeks to cover
ego with the strength of
negative power.
Reason
wants to save its skin
and races the few yards
ahead to win
with water whose soluble
content
unchanging in form or colour
remains a secret in its ascent
from vapid to vaporous
state,
until residue in the flask
removes the neutral mask.
In
games against loaded dice
with selfishness up its
sleeves
cowardice takes over the reins
with the outstanding
difference
of its supreme
indifference.
A
strengthening co-efficient
to weak squares and the
strong zeros
circling with decimal brains.
Across
the hills the lashing rains
roll down the paper-thin
heroes
along panting plains.