extol......

extol.....



smiles
he away, every praise
carried
he least away,
wobbled never
by flattery
adulation
slithered from beneath
rooted
he stand firm,
irked at being be lauded
as he
foreseen the moment
as disguised
puffery
deserved least
he thought, of any
commendation
raised
his head above
in extolling
creator of senses - five
for the rain of
acclimation,
a momentary fleeting
and a rapture of
beguiling fascination.......!

©Prasannakkumar