BIRTH OF A
SAVIOUR
PROF. KOTA S.R. SARMA
When Snowmaids dance in hotter pants,
And shepherds, eating fleurs-de-lis.
Turn wolves and throw their trusts to winds:
And goddess Nemesis is broken apart–
Head crossing seas, and limbs afly–;
But pedestal tied to weight of fears–;
Will liquid Fire then burn our feet,
And Heaven-in-labour groan in ‘hell’?
Will magi see the ‘tyger’ slide
Back to his lair from wasted wait,
His tail-tip goading shivering thighs?