Your King Wants Your Loyalty Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

ankles are restless
to grind
all the disobedience
within the margin

ankles are ignited
by the killing instinct
to crush
when and where
the strategy of trespass
would be flagged with ideal

ankles are ready
to make you all
the slave of mediaeval

so worship the ankles
unchain its corrigendum
and put your head beside it
be the first to be settled
with its fantastic throbbing!

Pranab k c
19/06/2016