The Serpent
there they sit
with their dreams
and fantasies
mouthing great
philosophies
narrating great tales
of imagined achievements,
revealing little nuggets
of despair couched
in a fatalism
of their own making.
Should I reveal myself
jolt them to the reality
of death
put an end to their charade
Or slither away
in the susurration
of wind and grass
leaving them
to their random ramblings
in their dotage?
Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2019
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