Skinny Boney Muddled Vase. Poem by Subrata Ray

Geared, stirred, -and in fear,
Vitality’s elasticity now a show,
Courage, rise she apprises,
Tiger, hyena, sparrow, -flash,
Alone in bower with quaking clash.

Cocks’ carrion bell, -now a stale,
The lamp her shabby hut reduces oil,
The bidders shadows spite on her bell,
The blared varnish instigates sale.

Peacock’s rainbow-wings,
Function no sweating dance,
Beauty’s bait costs little trance,
In skinny bony muddled vase.