Mokele The Beast. Poem by Durlabh Singh

Guarding his place a troop of soldiers
Of red faces, darker hair, with silvery birch
Among berries, nuts, barks and the fruits
Together they will muster enough strength
To throttle men, snakes and the crocodiles
In lands trespassing onto the fields of grass
Sleeps Mokele among seven spirited guards.

His bed a couch of lotus flowers
Four pillars decorating the ivory tusks
An inhabitant of the Sita Tonka
Inodorous rally a master of concealment
He feeds on the yellow fruits
Of longa trees decked with metallic leaves
Or on tangled grown green honey melons.

Along lakesiders of dark deep waters of Dyka
His kingdom ruled over by a spiteful wisdom
Guarding the forests of rain amid onslaught
From ghouls, ghosts or unholy dark spirits
Corrupted dead hunters of the concealed sights
Smouldering unconsumed lovers of the past lives.