Tuesday 15 January 2013

PRURIENT FROG


Adding greenery to familiarity


In the coldness of the pond near by


Croaking aloud, croaking in the dark!


Oh insatiable, prurient frog!


Every ripple, speaks of your presence!


Every leaf, resonates of your desire!


As you violently spoil the sentient silence


What fires in your proto-reptilian mind?


As you croak away, to the urge for culmination


Croaking away  hoping for final fulfillment


Oh little frog, lost in your blinded pursuit


Did you not realize its loud consequence?


Did the confined space of your amphibian intellect


Not reveal the slithering approach of the fangs of death


Did you not know, that it’s your croaking?


Oh prurient frog! Who can save you now from your serpentine end!







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