The Sweet Taste of Revenge – Mani Mahesh Garg

A drop sweeping somewhere

Above my thirsty mouth

Hanging and moving in slow motions

With diligence and care

Stealing attention

 

Our enmity has lasted for years

And I have nurtured it

At every step

And have woven every thread

Of this perfect catch

With my blood and sweat

 

Now I see you hopeless and conquered

Caught in the trap

And that sweet drop

Is no more hanging

But is dancing on the floor of my tongue

Absorbing slowly into my parched soul

 

I have closed my eyes

And I see you frightened

And I feel the sweetness of the drop

Long awaited and sufficient

To satiate the thirst

I have carried as revenge…