I prefer solitude to gatherings
peace and tranquillity to gossip and dissent
that is my way.In spite of being so,
I had to participate in a function.
Exasperated, I moved beyond.
Mona, took centre stage.
For once tense, he seemed ill at ease
as if taken up by a malignant spirit
he began his discourse.
The smearing of ash on the forehead.
chanted panchakal mantram
and shadhanga mantram
all in a topsy-turvy.
His lengthy monologue
turned a farce.
of The Holy Bhasma.
He continues his rant.
It is a ramble of an incoherent mind.
make people run away from him.
to parody scriptures that way.