Mirambika Epitaph in the Kalu Sarai Graveyard –  by the Wretched Prince

Here rests her high head under the dirt and dust of my land

An evergreen flower killed by me – her own.

The fair applauded her rise from humble grains of sand,

But I killed her for reasons my own.


Large was His bounty upon her soul sincere,

Even heaven can’t recompense her loss to the world

So I rejoice in the misery that I have inflicted on all her dear,

As I gain further from hell the reigns of the underworld.


Not much farther I needed to see her merits disclosed,

But I blindly drew blood from her tenderness with glee

While her meek dear trembling alike in fear reposed

Their dead hopes in the cold bosoms of  the Mother and Sri.


Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s