Cleopatra's Nose Poem by Jyotishman Debnath

on my right hand
there is a bite mark
of an wolf
inside the flesh there is a sharp tooth

what has been haunting me so long
day after day
night after night
the ghost of the wolf
in the flash of light
some bright teeth's

life is a rhapsody
emotions overpower rationale
nothing is new
the dance of the black mamba
the empty confession box
the king, queen and the pony
everything is primordial

there is a parallel sound
to the heartbeats
bloods flowing restlessly
towards an unknown destination

my pale face
gazing at the chimney
the glazing hearth
the colors of the smoke
inside the heart
a terrible pain
Ah! that wolf

angling in the dry stream
a seagull started eating up
a live dream
on the edge there is a gory time

I'm a descendant of a lost tribe
waking up after the lambada dance

I'm feeling a pain
in my right hand
where once mash room grew
and gradually
I'm becoming an wolf...! ! !