THE MAN BEHIND THE 'VEIL'
The sycophant played an occasion,
in his flattery tunes.
And Obtruded by his tunes,
The king lay there in obsession.
Like the mysterious leviathan,
‘The king’ was a hero too with miracles.
Illustrious - illusions were made a representation.
And it did miracles for the oracles.
Blend in tunes were they;
In trance were their souls.
Opaque were his play
Opaque to truth and souls.
Those were the king and his men
All willing to say a ‘Wah’,
when the king said one. And none
Bothered or worried but never failed ‘Wah’.
Legacy is not always legible;
But still we accept and pray.
For life is better than a funeral; graceful
Weren’t the days but we shall still live and not be a prey.
“‘Kharahapriya’ – it took me to heaven”
The king said.
“’Harikhamboji ‘– it is my lord of heaven”
His sycophant said.
Incorrect was the king and his flatterer;
He shifted to ‘khamboji’ long before.
Incorrect was the king and his flatterer.
And neither did they worry about the truth so condor.
Who shall hear a peasants say?
Be it truth or fact,
Who shall hear an untouchables say?
For all they care is to protract.
Kingdoms may come and kings may come;
But we shall only stand behind the veil,
and behind that veil for ages to come.
With time left to heal us and pale.
written from the painting above - the protagonist here is the man behind the veil with his head just peeping in.
written for ekphrasis
image credit - Samik Bhattacharya- ekphrasis