Aah, it pains when pricked
To bear the pinch of a sharp edge
The abrasion into deeper tissue
The moistened eye and shriek of pain
When being adorned for a savory moment
While the saliva overflows at the sight
Of a pinch of spice over my corpse
Decked up in a shroud of a wrap
That conceals the blood and life
Cleaned before it touches your platter.
Kolkata enroute Delhi
2319
14.47 hrs
10.10.25
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