My Poems

This page contains my poems. A poem is more than mere words.Writing a poem is a mystic experience taking the poet into an unknown realm within him.

Sunday, August 07, 2005

The Hunt

With prying eyes and insatiate desire
Watches he waiting on his prey
Blissful and eloquent
Unaware of the danger glides she.
The beast pounces on her
Tearing at her flesh ,he skins her
A final thrust and she
Seeks emancipation in death
But he lets her live
To die a thousand death
Between legs of beasts of men
Posted by Karthik Sankar at 4:12 AM

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