Money makes the world of chaos.
The saintliness sinks in the bottomless pit of frankness and seeks humiliation from the eyes of the Modern Rawana and Greedy Duriyodhana.
Triumphs of love field us off all at once.
Perched on the pit rests a Cuckolded Nightingale.
Rawana was not a Man of Might.
He filled his splurge of ego in crystal wonder.
Silencing the blues and greens, I feel free to emerge out of chaotic freeze.
The Lord Ram conquers the egoistic voyage of Rawana for ever.
I am a mute spectator of life lost in debts.
I don't know how to make a way out of boundless love inbuilt in the world of nothingness.
Nothing remains the same.
(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, Feb23,2023)
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