Short Sharp Shock Poem by Avik Datta Gupta

Simplicity of brevity
Hours seem truncated
Ordained words are meaningless
Racing against time
There is hardly any more of it

Slit skins, bleeding wounds
Hooked beaks slit up helpless preys
Angled and shining with aggression
Razor-like edges never forgive
Painful and harsh purposely

Surprising tingled sense of pain
Hits out at the brain
Onward reactions are useless
Currents of extreme disturbance
Knocks and lashes momentarily forever