The Lonely Sun

(for my gleaming beacon)

Bypassed with mere poetic rhetoric,

Emasculated by kowtowing hypocritic,

An offer of flowery bounty untouched,

Yet, thou, the only one, reign outstretched—

From ‘uni-responsibility’ to ‘better life’,

The shuddering wide scopes timidity riled,

Yes, an insular shoddiness, biased foul,

But the great one casts yonder, unfurled.

For now the rooted piousness emits nerve,

For it thy self-renouncement medium severe,

(Not to misunderstand with resignation made)

What thy Kalachakra-2006 frustration blared—

How we art now, unbiased art we now, heart?

Can’t hear the heraldic toll, doleful dirge now?

Why thy ‘resignation’, ‘rebirth’ rubric impalpable

To these souls after petty scrimmages, flurries?

Yes, time to draw the line, even skidding-grip,

To grip ‘together’ our bruised souls ahead leap.

This fussy sense restless, be troublesome, prowls,

‘Wake up! Let’s be prepared,’ moaning the growl.