Dried Mire Grave (To Mr. Barak Obama) Poem by Swami Jeevan Ekin

(To Mr. Barak Obama)


Dried Mire Grave

Spuriously even is the floor
Dried mire lies beneath
Studded is the opportunist cyst:
Waiting for a favorable wind
Mire is treacherous and engulfing
Mire dries to form a grave
Grave in making has the footprints of the guest
The floor is uneven with prickly fervor
Dexterity and adeptness of the old dancers were
Beyond the flair of scrutiny
Not that the dancers were novice
Reciprocate the dancer to the swaying shadow of a subtle whip
The dome has a volatile cluster of desiring ones outside of it
Mesmerized you are to be o! Chief with the blinking signals
Harlot imbibed strumpet is the controller
Hair width disregard brings agony
A troll is ever hungry for the penny and the power
Life is paradoxical Ekin
Ekin speaks gloomy often
Make not your almond shaped corners wet with brine o! Chief