My personal agony,
very precious to me.
I was carrying you
on the paint brush, on crayon.
Canvas was
empty after you left. No oil
painting of curved lips and digitals.
You hang a man eater―
panther, after lynching.
Whole length suspended from a tree.
So beautiful, as a star night.
You were left
to yourself― to ponder over
the killer and the kill.
Who wins in war of words?
In war of lips?
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satishverma (
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'Whole length suspended from a tree.
So beautiful, as a star night.'
this is such a simply worded, yet decadent
ode, to a graceful Panther's
magnetic, majesty..
thank you! Guru
(and I imagine
whatever victor
if there ever will be, one
will have to survive, longer
than anyone else
so as to voice
the triumphant, last word
only
that would also mean
there will be no one around
to witness, such a hollow
victory..)
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