His Sons
A Poem
Published on August 31, 2017
His Sons
A Poem
Silver maned and body of gold
Sat our Master like Kings of old
His speech was fire and words all light
To the Inconscient He brings the Divine’s fight.
At His glance have risen his hundred sons
All Spirit-born and self-emblemed ranging over dominions
Now the Rakshasas and Asuras reign
Imposing on all their rule of loss and pain.
His sons too partake some of that poison
That was cast afirst during churning of that Ocean.
Beaten and bloodied yet they still move
For these are His sons and remain ever true.
Picture Courtesy Priti Ghosh
