From your mind, Rabi- like, the words of Eternity?"
All find fault, yet undaunted, I sing the Bhairavi of dawn.
My fellow poets, utterly dejected, read my musings and sigh
"The politics has got him, he's gone from useful to useless.
Reads not any book, wastes his time."
Some even say, "The wife likely swallowed him whole."
And others- "(He) became fat and lazy playing cards in jail."
Yet others- "(You) were better off in jail, may you soon return there."
My Guru chimes in, "What! With a sword you shave now?"
Saturday notes deliver my beloved's reminder, "You're a scarecrow!"
I tell her, "Dear, all I do is expose what's scandalous."
And instantly the letters stop.
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