Pratip Sen Gupta


Wicked - Poem by Pratip Sen Gupta

I lie entangled
In knots in my belly
And in my throat
That you have made
Gordian
I take out a sword to cut them
But the steel falls to pieces
As I do

Untie me
I am bound
Unloosen the ropes
I am a fly
In your treacle trap
A honey bee
Caught in your honey
I am no longer a preacher
I have had too many drinks
One more sip
And I may die

Die then
How many have died
In your bosom
Locked in your embrace
The black widow spider
Entangled in the scent of your tresses
Wicked
Serene
I don't know who you are
But I know
Only you my nemesis
Can be my redemption
Only in your breast
Can I die


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 31, 2012



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