Cactus Poem by Soumita Sarkar

Before it lasts
Let occur one blast
Only pain throttle
An empty bottle
A gap that widens
and we stare apart
at a circular metal
False it is in even
Odd might seem given
Love slips as sand do
Leaving no residue
Horns sunken
Teeth broken
Just a skeleton of words
With no blood of emotion
This description essays
Our bond of lengthy years
Now what comes to decide
No where never a suicide
Get me a knife sharp
to cut this outgrowth
to slice up this cactus
to make all green again
So that a garden is grown