Someday, I may percolate
like a distillation, into the
substance-quotient of a remarkable
chemical gravity! And then, I will
know that I am not merely residual,
but the entire process of transformation
Itself! This endlessness of it, being my
alchemy. And you can see at every
end, the Phoenix rises for a new
beginning. It is not defined by
matter, but the search, in return,
for the original source! I thought,
the only water that holds good
and is haloed, is the upward-
flowing stream, even if I was born
in the lands of Ganga-Yamuna-Saraswati.
For upward flowing objectifies the
water of the Sun! Mother dearest,
You abound in the gem-like bluest of Neptunian
otherworldly glory, as much as the
blessings of the Solar flare that nurtures me
with its silent, salient light! I do not `ere
want to vituperate about the cold blood-ice that
deluged Mars. We know the tangibly hateful
destruction of that distant ice. I am only here to
do the needful, which involves saving all those
who deserve salvation! Do you want me to perish
before I necessitate those deeds? Victory was
never what those victors made it out to be,
I discovered that as I darted my head in your
Sari-pallu, Mother, as a child! Victory, is the
final word of your soul, Mother, running through me!
So, they ought not to continue to misappropriate
you, Mother – at ultimate risk to themselves!!!
And, I am not conditioned to taking anything
that comes with the lust that hijacks your
lustre! You know glory is like a moribund
crown, when it sits on the wrong head! I
only looked for justice, Mother, not vengeance!
And, should it be that even if I looked for vengeance,
I was the criminal (among the mob of the most
flagrant criminality!!!) How come all the aspersions
were cast on the warrior, not the villains?!! How
come the victims were vandalised with punishment,
for their allegiance with the truth? Is validative
retribution or providential comeuppance
only a figment of an imagination???
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