The Constriction Of The Boas

The earthiness of the dust and its varied brethren evaporated

On touching your divine feet their spirit was eternally satiated,

And thus a Goddess made my dwelling her home from that day

In the hope the sun continues shining in our lives I do thus pray.

Now kindly consider a pair of boa constrictors for a minute

On this line of thought please let us just for a while persist,

Have you seen them ever protect the other with their own life?

They constrict each other forever with no belief in an afterlife.

For a moment consider that majestic and protective embrace of a boa

I felt as if I was being given a new lease of life by my very own Noah,

Your soul embraced mine and thus assured me of something from that day on

This embrace was predestined and nothing henceforth would ever go wrong.

The constricting embrace continued perpetually soul to soul, year after year

Though a high magnitude of distance between us was often agonizing to bear,

A reunion after the time apart was like paradise and the boas used all their might

Our souls embraced each other's presence and did not let go of the other's sight.

Yet another departure thereafter though was made somewhat acceptable

The constricting embrace was the rescuer again; it alone made it plausible,

More than the boas, the constricting embrace should be the main proponent

It was undeniably en rapt to our souls' each and every minute movement.

Thus over the troughs and peaks of the mountain, the boas unitedly roved along

Taking in their stride and sometimes resisting the vagaries of the heap with a song,

Time bemoaned its worthlessness as a few more decades passed like any other

The boas reached the end of the mount; dark clouds were visible over their shoulder.

And so here we are today; it is just like the first time the constrictors met

For embrace of the ages the universal stage has definitely been aptly set,

And as the divine and the half-witted soul constrict each other like only boas could

They smile gently at the gathering around two lifeless figures lying below their foot.

Thus as the story of the earthly journey of these constrictors comes to an end

Few notice a bloody red color on their two pair of hands where the fingers bend,

And though the figures were lifeless, the constriction was alive and still at play

The embraces were planned by Him for long and for all was just a prayer away.