What should be sought? And what I ought?: A poem 

I see the earth like a speck of dust, 

like as if all its flowers, trees, shrubs, 

colours, meant so little to me; even 

as my own foliage sprouts out of the 

Earth in me. I thought I was a fool for 

so long carrying the sack (bag) over my 

shoulders and having the dog bark at 

my feet! Why was the dog admonishing 

me for my patience? For, was I letting the flowers, 

all within me, fade and die, one by one? 

I told the canine, lately, that not to be 

on tenterhooks; there’s a lot of blood in me! 

That even a tower struck by lightning knows 

it possesses the Judgment Card, till the very end! 

You can see, that even the Moon  pleads  

of me, so does the Sun, so does every planet –

to hastily exhibit my justice? Should I relate to them 

that courage is metempsychosis without fear of death!  

Just to let you know, I have been selflessly patient for everyone; 

That doesn’t mean I do not own a gun! 

 In fact, I am a magnificent canon of time, of eternity; 

not gone rusty with disuse. I just withheld because, 

a hierophantess and Goddess told me so! 

You know, the magician can work in many ways; 

his miracles are invisible to all, but humongously 

corporeal. Did you know the imposing evil card is fifteen 

or 58 (not the Sagittarian in me!)? And I have never felt waylaid 

by the cross-purposes that they thought would prompt my weariness with futility! 

Would it be Uranus, now, for being tipped over  

so long back, taking a stand through me, 

for the most evil crimes committed against him! 

Or Mars being infiltrated by the distant evil, 

compelling its civilisation’s destruction! And so, would Atlantis! 

You know I tell you my love, my love, who is 

so confused about belonging to me, for she is  

so deviously blackmailed by the evil, making her 

work ruthlessly against me, that for 

all the gold and wealth that is due to me, that was 

cruelly rapined from me, I asked for nothing at all in return 

through my eternal tribulation! But you know 

that there is such wealth in me, in my iron will 

and intrepidity! Shame! Shame on the criminals, 

who do not want to confess to and suffer for their crimes!