Magician
with a Hat full of Spirits—
th’ Eyes and Ears
of th’ Ups and Downs
either from man’s Heart
or from tilapia’s Tongue—
He is the Memory of the Day
till even beyond Last Call
o’er Lavapura sips Rahu a cup of mortality under eyes of Sun and Moon to ears of Vishnu— tho’ behead’d guilty demon his jaws still immortal chase and feed upon the tattlers— soon escapees from his fangs hamper’d slowly in their wake till their slip off Maha’s doorstep renders the full smile of Day