You've finally managed to put me under a trance;
Like the anesthetist before an operation.
What do you plan to take out of me now?
My convictions or my contradictions
Either way, I shall remain
A lump of putty in your hands; utterly helpless.
This is what you would want;
This is what you had always wanted.
To hold all the aces in your hands,
To have your finger on the trigger,
My soul; a billiard ball on your palm.
Clever
Very clever…
© Syed Ahmed Shah, Bokultol, Guwahati,14th April,2012.
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