The Other View Poem by Subrata Ray

The Other View.

I have nothing to say you
Saying inflicts pains,
as fatigued bodies,
after paltry games.

Your face in each stage,
acted the drama of illusion,
and I vainly traveled the greedy mirage,
knowing not the black sheep in me.

That continual pyre
demanded collapse in sweating swim,
and hide and seek understanding,
equaling in the unequal.

Fie, all those were lies,
we were creepers in paralytic time,
ghost and witch on our own rime,
through the shadowy shades of history.

You issued, X, Y, Z and chained,
Alpha, Beta, Omega,
And I for my blind whim's sake,
infused venom like poisonous snake.

Better were it to be without chemistry,
a lone researcher for mystery,
in life without death and in death without life.