The Toad In The Hold Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

It's when the dust was fine and breathing free...
the toad stepped in...like woe into a heart.
became her plush abode that narrow slot.
What pleasure living in such recess wee...
Well, misery can have no misery!
It's earthly flesh that palpitates with pain
and blood reddens to show her ire in vain
and spirit struggles to set herself free.

She's not a prisoner in a dungeon,
a sailor not marooned on far island..
She came for a happy stay for an eon.
to smudge the inner Sun. A devil's brand
discord she played to hush the sacred paean.
...became a battered heart the convulsed sand.

The alien behind the slushy bog
is happy kicking hard the bosom wall
For tender sand became a nagging clog
this leaping, croacking, chocking evil frog
a smirking zombie like, behind a pall.
The sand innured as rock by inner flog.