Leech Poem by FABIYAS M V

Lying hidden
like a mine,

he waits for
an innocent walker

on a serene path.
He's like a terrorist,

brave, but brainless.
He sharpens

his weapon for
a bloody harvest.

It seems
the whole blood

in the universe
won't quench his thirst.

He forgets himself
in sucking spree.

Others' aches,
he cares never.

Often, his fate's
to end in a bit of salt

or under a boot.
He dissolves in soil,

and ultimate
futility remains.

First published in my book, " Kanoli Kaleidoscope" (PunksWritePoemsPress, US)