The Bat-house

I am the stone of foundation
of the building that stands there.
I have toiled to create it.

To tell you the truth
I had wished for good of all.

But the bats of
caste and class
lived in it.
in the name of dharma,
in the name of artha,
in the name of kama,
in the name of moksha,
gradually became owners
and devoured
my nose, ear, eye and thumb
even my torso.

That's why
spitting at this
foul-smelling ruin
of the bat-house,
I have moved away.

Dharma,
Artha,
Kama,
Moksha