Saturday, July 7, 2012


I went out
Looking for it
Papa had pointed it out…
Pointing his finger...
“Look at the snake”, he said
Curled up on the branch,
Dark black.
Jet black with a smile,
he looked at me
with his tongue spitting out-
The Venom.

But Papa has said, smilingly
“Look at it”.
“Don’t harm it”.
“Capture it”.

So I went out,
with that camera,
which had role.
That long role,
with memory of past
Memories.. sweet memories as we call them
When we smile,
Because they say cheese

With that camera of memories
I went out
But wait,
Where did the Snake go?
I searched
I am searching
That black snake with
Venomous smile.