Revised sonnet #1350
Twelve thousand years ago thats yesterday
Her vimana borne suitor Rama spoke
In serenading style of swathing sway
Twelve volleys launched upon invasive folk
Across the sitar stroking fingers overlay
His yarn described a holy cow in yoke
The silent shock of cities puffed away
Amongst the clouds ascended plumes of smoke
Below us Kashmir minus isobars
Our sun eclipsed by earth a crescent arc
Queen Sita asks if it is star or spark
Our juice in sonoluminescent jars
A stab of flame in gauge ten thousand suns
Hit Harrepa and fused mute great foe guns
Chorus suns soler zonnen