Tale of the burning Tail..
Behold!! The Gold being whisked to furnace,
Stealthily approaches the end of a race
‘Pardon!’ ‘Mercy!’ in repentance they pine,
‘Not an ape, thats an apocalypse divine.’
Hustle, bustle and tussle, The 10 Heads gaze,
Manor, mansion,masses, embracing the fierce blaze.
Up goes the Ape, with a rustic stride,
Follows a roar vociferous, the demon foeticide!!!!!
Corpus collosal , with its apex on fire,
Ashens the isle, as if Rudra to Desire.
Echoes the glory of the transcendental deed,
Sing the unfettered gods, ‘Ape quenches the need.’
In the Tarn of ‘Ram’ wanders this swan,
Hail the Divine Ape, Hail Hanuman!
