A wasp,
Lurking dark
Into the night
Stung my palm
Ballooning my pain

Smiling the spot
I gained
His smiling image

How caring
Life is, in defense
The offense came;
Oblivious to my
Shadowy presence
It darted straight
Piercing its arrow

How sweet
The sting,
How muscular my palm became

Come to me
More often
To teach a lesson
By my heart, as
Is the sweetest reminder
To all, that
Pain paves a way
Where human voices, pale
In all oratory

2 thoughts on “Wasp

  1. tapeshwar Post author

    Thy every words mirror my sentences. How fortunate I am to have thy beat! So much thanks dear Sir Louis Kasatkin.


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