Nocturnal animals.

The 6.5 green eye in the dark,

Hiding inside the thorny bushes, it rot.

Completely oblivious of its stink

Now would it scare me?

Oh it does. The green-ness, the rot

The uncanny business of it's nose- 

So damn dreadful.

A full night of crude dreams,

Unearthed a muddy doll from it.

My stealth. 

My identity of the diamond,

Still radiant inside the muddy bits.

The dreadful cannot obstruct 

The ascent of the relentless.

Yes still I rise.

I get to know the value of companionship 

Of care, of love and of fam.

(Sethu parvathy is taught to refrain from grudges but her pen is not. It's totally indifferent to morality.)