A shaman had descended upon the face of our mother nature
To refrain us innocuous inane plebeians from eternal lassitude
A shaman had vowed to nurture his children from the chasms of his mezzanine
intestinal fortitude,
Rejoice for the shaman has spoken
He bespake of the vivid tumults of the wise,
of the celebration of existence
of the compliance to the will.
of things he spoke unfathomable were to his children he spoke,
besought by temptation ravaged by avarice
slaughtered by malice in a daze of veneration
and for the love of the father and the son
he spoke believing the holy spirit was he
the commandments were his to lay
and his disciples were they.
Nice1 dude!!!!!!
A nicely written poem Rahul, waiting for more