A speck of Spectrum

                       A  speck   of     Spectrum

I hear karma  wailing   in  some

Inner   rings  of outer walls,

The  ding dong   of  some local

Temples,  the   solemn chapels,

The  bird chirping on the roofs

Of   village   mounds  or the

Calling  bird’s   lifelike   notations,

For  there is  a  mark of  irreligious

Note  or    quirk  of  fate creeping,

You   turn   the   mosquito net

Outside  in, the   bucket of water

discoloured  , disfiguring the 

White  tiled   floors, you  are

Dismayed, that is the colour

Of the Heart of  Man ,

Possessed  by  the Devil.