Ignorance Poem by Sathya Narayana

When ignorance means a zilch, a zero
why it looks, as black as an ugly crow
and sounds vulgar and loud that mocks
the jarring yelp of a prowling fox
in a thorny copse, feigning hunger throes? ?

Musing over, I walked towards the sea shore.
A dog's carcass quivered on the side of the road
as beetles a million buzzed in and out, gung-ho!

A dead palm leaf at a distance fluttered
making an awful din on the tree all alone.

Music on an empty earthen pot sounded hollow
played by an angler squatted on the sand-pillow.

I nodded my head trying hard to follow
the weird phenomenon and got up to go.