Satan's Dove

Picked up by the neck
thrown out of the window
left to fate, to die
away from infant eyes
Perhaps
my worm-ridden wounds
were an unbearable sight
or cajoled by compassion
I was set free

Splashed upon the sky,
into a million drops scattered
I then dripped into the clouds
with patience by my side
Hidden in the drops
then descended with the rains
When monsoons played havoc
I spread my tentacles
My seeds I embedded
in trees, men and beasts

When finally they came
to snuff the life out of me
I was nowhere to be found
Yet, unknown to them
in the darkness that prevailed
my eyes which lie in wait,
from every nook, they gleamed

Vijay © 18th September, 2006