The colorful maggots squirm out, <br />With the touch of lotion slut, <br />Beneath the skin of the open flesh, <br />Of anything and anyone that have blood, <br />Eating the rotten meat, scavenging on the spot, <br />Make the host suffer in pain and discomfort, <br />The young of flies, established their hives, <br />Moving as the eggs of the frog and tadpoles, <br />The purpose of life has to be achieved, <br />The salvation for the sufferers, <br />The curse for the tormentors, <br />The pastime for the invisible heavenly creatures, <br />The men pray to them for medicated tinctures, <br />when the hobbies are the most needed psycho therapy, <br />the men want them to give up their primary activity.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pastime-of-them-and-the-suffering-of-us/
