Posted by: Ron DuBour | May 14, 2014

Venom~by Samita Chattopadhyay




This is kinda cerebral pain…
I hear a small bird chirping,
“Gotta go, gotta go”…
My nostrils are burning,
Air is thudding against my ear-drum,
Venom sips in my blood —
I can feel it…
My lips are blue now…
My nails are pale…
There they are;
They delude us;
Now they are posing
As if they cannot see
The advance of Death…
I’ll sink into oblivion,
I know…
My soul tries to blow up for the last time
To put an end to this imperious world…

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