Kavyakankshini...bewitching words spun with spindles of thought and quicksilver yarn...: sting of power


sting of power

I don’t wish to kill you

Just enslave you for a while

Feel the sting of power

And the prick of hallow pride

Watch you feign death

And the given up battle

Letting the twinkle of cruelty

Change the iris’s hue

All mirrored fraction by fraction

Till the mourning dies down

And you rise from your death

To assault my convictions

And leave your ugly victory mark

On my shallow, empty hand

Which once tried to kill you…

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