11 February, 2018

The Dumb Pain

Learning the script
of death, scarred by the
things of nature.

From one key to another
the transitional smile
shows the inherited strength
of ancient weep.

I adore you because I don't
love myself. The self-affliction
is to understand how a lamb feels
under the knife of a butcher.

The beast, that impales
its prey on the thorns, while
singing a melody, to become
a companion of dancing god.

There was no antithesis between fangs and stings.

Satish Verma

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