She Beheld The Whip Poem by Muthu Krishnan

The flawless matadors 
Cried in fear,
As I scraped those floors 
By moving an inch of 
My feet;
By a sniff I inhaled,
A whiff of an air,
Which passed through my nose ring;

With the Anger displayed,
Fed from the heart to the eyes;
Men and strangers moved 
Miles apart;

There I see her,
She is as white as the snow;

She walks over to me 
Greater than a czar;

She crawls her hands between 
My horns, over my tough 
Hard bones;

And thus I fall to the ground;

I have been an indomitable giant 
Since the fall of troy;

But I Mended easily by the touch of her,
Hence I transmute into a man;

We walked through the muddy roads,
Submerged between  the slightest trace of 
Meadows;

The smell of the wild leaves 
Sprung to us,
We found a wooden shelter 
Under the tallest oak tree,

The rarest form of accommodation 
That I ever found;

There was a little child holding 
A blade of grass,
Dripping it over the river across;

The core of the earth 
Showed up through the waters,

With it able to retain all it's 
Glamour from the course of its 
Birth;

Her body smelled like she
Bathed with the essence 
Of rose;

She lay some twigs on the ground 
Covered by deers skin all 
Around;

She lied naked over the animals 
Skin,
With an inviting smile to 
Hunt her down;

I buried my head into her hair,
It flowed over me &washed my sins,
My struggles, and my heart which 
Wept inside;

I was a withered rock in
The caves of Sahara;

Where no man visited and 
No man touched;

I awaited as the atacama 
For four centuries for a drop 
Of rain,

In thirst of love;
The waters of Nile 
Visited the caves;

The water had its chastity 
That of a virgin women,

She looked into my eyes and said
She need to bear a child for 
Memories of this all;

The cloak was to the ground 
When I looked above,
Her lustrous golden hair
called me In;

Her female buttocks blushed 
Red to the touch of a feather;
She led me into the 
wooden house,
The immortal  greed of men over
flesh for long;
The reason flashed across my 
Mind along;

she kissed  me on my 
Forehead and my lips,
Her lips were like the sweetest fruit 
On mt Titus;

I quenched my thirst on 
Her womanhood;
I felt her heart beat as I 
Subdued under her;

Thus i entered the black hole,
Even light refuses to come out,

Hence we both reached 
Culmination of our existence.