Why is gold more sensuous than brass
depth of all emotions
mercury in the eyes of my lass?
can't mere silver formations
brilliant as the dews on grass
whereupon all desires
appeal to our tangy heart?
like baboons on mango trees
whose society
for the yellow fruits fall apart
draw saber, blow hard the trumpet with chest
bleed mates for pettier follies,
lusty human, three parts greed
measly peace, life is all in need.
Saranyan BV © September 2008
Chennai
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