THE
STRING
Between fractions of silence
The snake fixes its gaze
On the mongoose eyes,
Unwinked- to count the fights within.
The flute-the crowd-the shouts
Disturb the balance
Of that ethereal string.
Fragile measures whisper through-
May be the muscular mongoose
Is tired today,
Or it has lost its dear one
In a heinous civil war,
It may have tasted already
The aroma of ceasefire,
Or there may be an insane particle
That he is no mongoose at all,
But just another snake
Gazing like a hypnotizer!
But the string will break,
It must be,
To pave the path
For a perfect curtain-raiser.
The snake fixes its gaze
On the mongoose eyes,
Unwinked- to count the fights within.
The flute-the crowd-the shouts
Disturb the balance
Of that ethereal string.
Fragile measures whisper through-
May be the muscular mongoose
Is tired today,
Or it has lost its dear one
In a heinous civil war,
It may have tasted already
The aroma of ceasefire,
Or there may be an insane particle
That he is no mongoose at all,
But just another snake
Gazing like a hypnotizer!
But the string will break,
It must be,
To pave the path
For a perfect curtain-raiser.
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