Friday, 9 February 2007

Sanguinity




The venomous snake broke his sleep,
The baby mongoose saw his eyes deep.
Horror struck, he froze from head to feet.

That moment was mysteriously gentle,
Indeed it was a lost battle.
And yes this state was blatantly subtle.

Certainly, it was not a reprisal of his deed.
One more frozen second and he was the feed.
Come what may he had to take the lead.

Running away would be in vain.
In a fraction of a second, he chose to refrain.
And he focussed on curbing his pain.

It was a fine leap.
He swallowed the sentient meat.
And with a tainted pride he went to sleep.

Suddenly the snake rolled and broke into two.
The baby mongoose cut him through.
It had to be a miracle to be true!

This spectacle was strangely larger than life!
As speechless as anyone to narrate this sight!
Undeniably it was Sanguinity Personified!

2 comments:

rounak said...

i cant believe sngis can write this....a very simple beautiful poem....facts of life become so simple when expressed this way....perhaps she draws such inspiration from within....cheers snigo!!!

Ketan said...

Life like a child shakes its rattle of death as it goes on......life is very simple unless u make it complicated.... thoughts in ur mind flow freely in this poem shiga... keep up the good work... hugs n kisses...

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