The Dumb Pain

satishverma

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.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 2nd, 2020 20:07
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 12


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