The sun arisen from slumber
The day in utmost stutter
Birds above performing in their best vocalization
Lizards below, serving their eternal punishment
See his shoulders
The master of reality, present
Slaves, under the burden keeps to his orders
Their faces alit in straineous abating joy
The slaves in chaotic tranquility
Their master lessening their chains
As though, life's too sweet to dwell forever
They are in utmost anguish
Wishing to escape from him
They are in grievous happiness
Wishing to 'rest in peace'
At last
Their master's enemy present
Some, rather preferring him than the other
Others wonder,' what's the essence?'
©jhaybard
J