Trapped in a sacred thread,
His kites failed to rise above the head.
Empty soul chanted rhythmic mantras,
When he performed those meaningless tantras.

Fire never purged his sin bowl,
Blessed water couldn’t cleanse his crooked soul.
Sandalwood marks on his body smelt foul,
Life remained untouched by the mistaken ghoul.

Religion never let him pray,
Words never let him say,
Light forgot to shed a ray,
His life lost in divine disarray.

Deserted dreams returned to haunt this puppet king,
As he danced loose on tangled string.
Cosmic currents suckled his eternal swing
When madness brought religion a wedding ring.