CASTRATED BOW

To the wielder of chalkWho approximate to zeroWhen dissected love, pleasure gushesOccupy the oath of thought to be taught

To the chameleon living on the
Mountain; changed into the colour
Of the rock, whose skin shakes off circumstances

To you I bow
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow

To those who purge out our happiness;
Replaced with carved signs of pain
Sprinkled ashes of sadness and melancholy
Tortured blood tinted into hydra- heart attacks
Deliberate cultivators who steal

And hide their own produce
And pour burnt grasses into plates
Of the tongue-waters-downs,
To eat, groan and become the tongue-stick-outs.

To you I bow
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow.

To those who turn us to rough papers- wetted
Then squeezed;
Thrown into the dust bin of nonsense and Poohs:
Eyeless and earless
Neckless and headless

To you I bow
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow.

To the feet that walk to the holy place
Running after mirageous heaven, such holy race!
Who dwell with no heart
And live without breath
Who sing without tongue
And serve with no sign.
Who hiss at sit-by-sides.

To you I bow,
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow.

To the wielder of chalk
Who approximate to zero
When dissected love, pleasure gushes
Occupy the oath of thought to be taught
In their thinking chambers- rotten mamba
Who like the teeth of a lion devour
Fresh meats thrown to mix with educational dust.

To you I bow,
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow.

To the shaky-bum-bum
Who take in like a yummy rum rum!
Who swallow hearts and break their tightened hearty ropes
And turn them into tears maches of pampered smelly dirty socks.

To you I bow,
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow.

I said,
To you I bow,
But now, know that to bow is no way to bow...!