Ravi - The Broken Man
Posted: 04 Feb 2019, 17:35
Born of an illicit relation
the master and maid,
Ravi, fumes and frets,
curses and swears
on important occasions.
Theatrical in behaviour.
Stung by his social status
nurtures vengeance
against those with
legitimate lineage.
Picks up quarrels
condemns and decries.
A recent brawl
with a subordinate
one of a general inquiry
detracts the onlookers.
The assistant is whisked off
an ugly showdown being averted.
He screams, " learn to respect
My birth might be deficient,
I am defiant will make you rue
and repent, I fear none".
Taken aback by his anger
I suppress my hatred.
The pithy sayings of my grandma
crosses in a flash. A brahmin
will not use a buffalo's dung
for homam, would demand
cow dung. Her wit makes
me understand the values of life.
Original
Ravi, as he is known,
born of a dubious relation,
master and maid,
illicit later legalized,
boils with rage then
and thenceforth.
Stung by his social status
nurtures vengeance, specially
against those with
legitimate lineage.
Ravi remains broken.
Pity him.
A recent brawl between Ravi
and a subordinate turns
ugly. He screams,
" My birth might be deficit
I am always defiant, am not afraid
of anyone"
The sympathy diffuses
converts to dislike.
The sensitivity of unblemished
parentage springs from nowhere
True, the pedigree and the status
command reputation.
the master and maid,
Ravi, fumes and frets,
curses and swears
on important occasions.
Theatrical in behaviour.
Stung by his social status
nurtures vengeance
against those with
legitimate lineage.
Picks up quarrels
condemns and decries.
A recent brawl
with a subordinate
one of a general inquiry
detracts the onlookers.
The assistant is whisked off
an ugly showdown being averted.
He screams, " learn to respect
My birth might be deficient,
I am defiant will make you rue
and repent, I fear none".
Taken aback by his anger
I suppress my hatred.
The pithy sayings of my grandma
crosses in a flash. A brahmin
will not use a buffalo's dung
for homam, would demand
cow dung. Her wit makes
me understand the values of life.
Original
Ravi, as he is known,
born of a dubious relation,
master and maid,
illicit later legalized,
boils with rage then
and thenceforth.
Stung by his social status
nurtures vengeance, specially
against those with
legitimate lineage.
Ravi remains broken.
Pity him.
A recent brawl between Ravi
and a subordinate turns
ugly. He screams,
" My birth might be deficit
I am always defiant, am not afraid
of anyone"
The sympathy diffuses
converts to dislike.
The sensitivity of unblemished
parentage springs from nowhere
True, the pedigree and the status
command reputation.