The cost of a new life

In millions, Princes

            Into deep sea plunged

For their solitary Princess,

            In their do or die game

And were swimming in a race

            Across the sea to the Arc,

Where she had waited with grace,

            All the way to reach their monarch

In millions the Princes

In their struggle sank

On the march to the Princess,

Save a few hundreds in rank,

Who maneuvered through the gulf

Neck to neck; the fittest,

Past the rest, broke the nest

And shot the Princess; the rest dead.

‘Another life is born’                         

 02.12.98,Palakkad.

END OF 1998 YEAR POEMS