Kavachkundale

When you'll throw away, dear
This age-old protective gear
The kavachkundaley, devine,
With their very armour and spine,
And stand,
On your own feet and girth
On this sky-laden naked earth....
Then, and then alone........lo,
Will you, at ease, let go
The baby-walker held tight since birth
That always sapped your might and mirth.
Then
Will your words stand
On their own feet and tall
An’ now'll begin to trot straight
With their own potent gait !
And
They'll
Begin to run on, and grow big
By leaps and bounds
And their very shapes-n-sounds
Will reverberate and astound
Many a mind wise and intelligent !
For now
They'll have become
A light in themselves bright
For the lost, the confused
Their veritable Lighthouse !
Come, dear.....

** In Mahabharata, Karn,the son of the Sun God, was gifted with 'kavachkundaley' a devine protective armour.