What I see in them!

Those pictures meticulously transfixed
to the wall ,long drawn images ,
The Buddha, a Christ, a warrior,
The saviour , a sage, a monk
in them a sacrifice , lait motif for
a willed abandonment of self comforts;
But what I see in her ,
A visible protraction of frog’s eyes,
Greed as a vulcanization, long drained
Passion of envy devouring the other;
Croaking all the while,
For decades this corrugation develops,
You are a passive onlooker.
Hens chuckle in the yard.