VAIN REMORSE

VAIN REMORSE

Blithe-the calf longed to peek

outside the byre, into the cybele to seek

gifts agogo,meadows-lush green

wonders of wonders,yet to be seen

to abnegate is not bish but a sin

mother dear’s heart,the calf needed to win

nature’s bounty,singing praise

chaff were all,mother dear says

chagrin aplenty but futile all

mother dear would neither heed nor fall

when brume hugged the morning sky

lept off the calf;tricked the watchful eye

mother dear’s faint clamant fell on the ears

but the calf cared least;had no more fears

abonmarche,eat all you want

mowing all day with no fears to haunt

hours,days and weeks flew by

all the zeal and zest began to die

cogitated the calf “how’s mother dear?”

“you are selfish” the trees seemed to jeer

the calf galloped back to witness a sight!

mother dear gone;the cosy byre in blight

“have you seen mother dear?tell me Aegir”

“she has been burked,that’s all I hear”

“no!that can’t be true;Aeolus, you ought to know”

whispered he “she’s cervelat by now”

“forget all that happened,come-sing and play with us”

the calf jumped to the pyre shocking Aegir and Aeolus

“halt!do not do so oh little one…”

“I have to.waiting for me is ABADDON”