Juggernaut

You and I drench in joy tears to a cuckoo's song with guileless ears even while expert musicians keep searching for discordant notes! You and I look with bleary eyes at the holes in the sari of a poor lady even while a pair of lecherous eyes prey on her bare flesh peeping through her poverty! Burning tears and blooming love find their language in poetry and blurt out naked and hazy. You and I perceive that woe and feel even while grammatists shout foul, foul! There have been men from eons who ignore the right and embrace the wrong, like pigs those that sidetrack from a royal lane and jump into a stinking sewer line! They trumpet that Lord Ram did err and that Udhishtira's virtue was a sham. But stops not my juggernaut that cares for true human values; but not ugly stares and tramples upon all those cans of worms! !