Life = Death - Volume 7 - Poems on Life , Death by Nikhil Parekh - HTML preview

50. SNAKE LEATHER BELT  

I used it to lambaste bald patches of fair skin,

it obliged readily executing brute power with austere amounts of sting.

I viciously strangulated slender necks twisting it,

it bit the skin tenaciously to cause abrupt death.

I suspended it in Luke warm waters of the monsoon lake,

it in turn hoisted a jugglery of golden fish for me to relish.

I stealthily caressed umpteenth pores of my tender flesh with it,

it tantalizingly tickled me to erupt into whirlpools of laughter.

I stuck it firmly to the bare wall; with a backdrop of morbid jungle,

it strikingly resembled the slithering body of a silver snake.

I utilized it as a versatile pulley to evacuate me pails of water,

it did so with jocular smiles; also fetching me my drowned purse alongwith

crystal water.

I embedded it to the ceiling fan forming a tight noose,

got ready to fit in my stocky neck; and a few seconds after to relinquish breath.

I mercilessly burnt it in a heap to proliferate fire,

harmoniously heat substantially cold arenas of my body.

I tugged it dexterously with my palms; pulling my beloved towards me,

then enjoyed the effeminate warmth of her breath cascading down my nape.

It worked like a slave; meticulously performing all tasks to perfection,

although I must mention that my snake leather belt

looked far more enchanting while wound on my potbellied waist,

rather than when executing a plethora of mundane task.

The End .