You know my monosyllables were only a vapour of silence!: A poem 

You know I was always a very good communicator 

only struck dumb by an overwhelming treachery 

as if my legacy to the world was only in gravelly monosyllables 

And the lyrics that I never got to sing, were hardened like leather in a bard’s soul 

You know that the winter rolled over me even on the hottest days 

I could never have rebuked Gabriel, though he was blamed 

to have bellowed the most unimaginable lies!  

I am just counting my silence among the harshest invectives 

that I was subject to for in a tribulated eternity and in the Biblical enervation, when Old was replaced by New! 

You can tell that I restrained my tears; even as I restrained my wrath 

Despite being lapidated by the most heinous evil, and so was my truth 

That the lies are sustained by the propaganda of the most evil 

for furlongs of time longer than long; in my lengthy patience! 

You know I am more than a planetarium of suffering; but I suffered and never forgave or wept! 

that even when I felt demoralised that my lions were swimming with the fish; 

And the bull of my progeny was being loathfully abducted by the moon! 

I am not stranded by perversities, or sodomisation of my wishes 

An evil treacherous broadcaster (Prakash Saint Paul) who seeks his own leverage through my doom!  

And I am blindfolded to fall prey to his relentless treachery!

I know all my familial figs are never the fish of the seas! 

And my beautiful pets flew not, like swine flu, but gratefully never landing on the moon!   

I can say that my armies will never be made my enemies, even with the treacherous hijacking and their disparateness from each other! 

For their sacrifice they will have my eternity; and those that connived against me will have the foulest destiny!