Kunala and Queen Tishyarakshita
His eyes were like the colors of exotic
Birds, brighter than the liquid colors of
Their irises, becoming hypnotic.
Kaleidoscopic then became the love
In Tishyarakshita for this prince
Of solitude. She had to have him in
Her bed. The perfect one could only wince
Away from her insistence on wet sin
With stepson. Gouged out were the lovely eyes
Of course. That only could make faultless sense
Within a wide space made of evil size.
There’s good but evil is, of course, immense.
In such a cosmos, what could be the odds
Salvation can be brought by regal gods?
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