Two Taurus Are Born Poem by rajagopal haran

Around around nurses fly
Lady in the stretcher, a battalion to fetch
A battery of doctors practicing
Pleasant atmosphere everywhere
Honey sweet cry fills the hall
Trumpets the arrival of millionaire heir
Polishing by two maidens
Mother feeding by two follies
Bathing in money and
Vomiting the loathe of greed

Another corner of the country
A soul called street dweller
Care of the platform
Flesh covering the eaten bones
Ready to deliver at the mercy of neighbors
Her fervourless partners assemble fast in numbers
Death throes emerge from the pity
A wailing sound ends her pains
Baby sees the gloam from the long thrall of confinement

The future king throngs for the barren breasts
Dead and dry roaring to sink
His manna dew is already due
Suffering the unbodied joy
Dethroned by the deflowered spirit of a mother

I notice the date of birth
Of both the sons of the soil
Hey! It is twenty-first April
They are Taurus born to fight!