Born into the cursed craddle of Pasiphe-
I,the Minotaur – the inadmissible guest
Of Crete, drank the milk of ignorance
that blinded me, obstructing the ordeal
that life stashed to reveal.
Minotaur- the unsought fostered,
leaving Crete and Menos petrified.
“Part man and part bull”,The Roman Ovid wrote.
A progeny to be mocked, I thought.
Blessed with pulverizing palms,
I rise evoking terror in the minds.
“Intractable”, dubbed Menos and
Carved out a future for this beast.
Dank, dim and rife of creatures;
Crawling and creeping –
mute shadows in the dark, enveloped
the ’ labyrinth’ where I was entrapped .
For years I longed to see the light
But darkness embraced me tight.
Gluttonously, I devoured numerous innocents
Who resembled a part of me.
In the profound corners of the labyrinth,
I sat and wept like a young boy,
flustered and bewildered of my identity.
Denied of completeness, I pondered on
the question of my existence.
A birth to deject and to dismay
And not to rejoice and to comfort.
Minotaur – I’m, waiting in desperation
for the impending dusk, adumbrating the
worst of woes with the bestial cloak
to combat the virtuous Theseus.