A petrified man-beast
Had a sense of fair play
The princess sniggered prettily
On the hunter’s abducting shoulders
A laughing monk mocked
At the Sinhala princess’ love
Everything here is topsy-turvy
The monk grinned ear to ear
The celebration continued endlessly
There was no end, only a beginning
There was a twinkle in lotus-eyes
And a flutter of her eyelids
So many bones, so much dust.
The monk celebrated transience
Laughing at the ephemeral reality
That began as a mere idea
In the artist’s chaotic mind
The artist’s power did not matter
The princess’s love did not matter
The laughter began the end.
Jagannath rao Adukuri
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