Love creates a drama, the size of the world
We turn and go to the facts and find a drama bigger.
The Indians said life's a leela and lost the empire
Soddom thought it had the facts and earned God's ire.
A stage of the mind is a place for the bold
Where the passion and reason, in each other's arms enfold.
The Parthenium is a virgin, innocent to all that aspires
Encourages all manner of activities for love's desires.
The Karpaga is the innamorata, immortal for all time
Delights in everything as a wondrous pantomine.
On a stage, in life, death and the tax collector's office
Incessant in all it does, persistent in every cool fantize.
Is a play and yet it's gore, once gone is found no more
Brings on the tears and the laughter with equal amor.
Screams with delight at birth, dances on gravestones gray
One more day and then another. Then we'll rotate each other.
Till, the cows return, no more divisions, all is home.
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