Majumdar, Anuradha: Change of Guard: Tracking Vyasa
Change of Guard: Tracking Vyasa (Angol)
The kingdom falls off the summit of heaven,
Great behemoths shudder teetering off cliffs
Another man killed, another pinnacle falls,
But the flute player plays a straight melody
Even the wide lipped lies, white tipped at the edges, for none can fail the heartbeat of time, its long reciprocal silence.
The harlequins play to the gallery again, but the wheel spins to a circle and stops till the eye of empire opens within.