Knowing.

 Knowing

As entrancing as can be , 

In touch that no one sees ;

I rust in prisons’ greed ,

With needs my hands can’t feed .

Stolen by art was I ,

Picturesque blood divine ;

Morality won’t survive ,

This incessant loop of life .

Words of the wise surround ,

Only to protect what’s around ;

Of what’s left of bones you can’t pronounce ,

Lies that must calm you down .

Masquerading a curse as a gift ,

A way of vision , I never could lift ;

Foresaw the end before my beginning ,

The blandness throughout ,so scrumptiously fitting .

My mind aged in years of the canine ,

Never caged by allures of the feline ;

Till my body tells me it’s time to resign ,

Might as well just stay as benign . 

• Vinayak Madhu Menon Ravunniarath