GOOD DEEDS OF BAD SEEDS
The
seeds sown
By
the grand fathers and fathers
Germinated
for nothing
In
the farmlands owned
By
the grand mothers and mothers
Casting
the freezing
Shadows
of sarcasm.
The
grand mothers and mothers
Speared
the paternal bosom
With
wordy swords
‘Quality
seeds for quality yield’.
The
Kamasuthra emphasized
The
summer shower of perspiration
Rather
than the ejaculated
Shower
of passion.
But
the grand fathers and fathers
Floated
the Kamasuthra
In
Lethe; the cosmic ocean.
All
seeds in their erotic form
Will
thrillingly ear
For
the fast gallop
Of
the passionate downpour
And
the latent passion of seeds
As
programmed, exploded and showered
To
the wrongly cycled
And
frozen farmland.
The
latent passion of seeds
Thus
neutralized
In
the chemistry of soil
And
in the physics of friction
Of
the condom-worn seeds.
Seeds
germinated
Often
reasonably
And
sometimes foolishly
Like
unproductive composition
Of
bio chemistry and physics.
Germinated
seeds
Are
then shadowed
For
hardening
And
bull baiting-like examinations
In
the modern Nalanda and Taxila
Like guerrillas
They
positioned in secrecy
To
defeat the bull.
And
they became
Poorly
constituted Physicians or
Poorly
devised Physicists.
Witnessing
this fruitless cultivation
And
the baron farmland
The
grand mothers and mothers
Still
speared the paternal bosom
With
the wordy swords;
‘Quality
seeds for quality yield’.
If
this be true
Better
not to sow or reap
Or
shower the cosmic
Like
the birds
In
the holy sky of the text
Then,
don’t know when
I
ejaculated the shower of passion
To
the erotic photograph
In
the newspaper
Away
from farmland and farmers.
C.T. William
