i shared my love and relationship
just some time back...are
standing around me beating me
i am twice dead now
the first when i became a snake
from human
the second when as a snake i was beaten to death
by this inhuman
i did prove i never had any venom even
even then....
i wonder why
these people are
standing around me and beating me
a dead snake
people accept others as they find them...nobody is bothered to find out truth...and people always enjoy in beating a helpless being...the real venomous sadistic side of humanity a write very much poignant...truth spitting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoyed Kesav's comment. I think people stand around and beat a dead snake because they are cowards, and a dead snake has much less capacity to terrorize anymore.