July 2, 2014


<i>July 2, 2014</i><br><br><br>


THE COBRA

by Anuradha Bhattacharyya

The cobra
Raised its hood
Between us;
Did I unfurl my plumes
Before you
Merely for pleasure?
The cobra haunts me
In my sleep,
Gives me the tremors,
Jerks me out of rest.
I thought
The little that binds
Our embraces
Was enough to
Develop a
Mutual regard;
How could I be so
Mistaken?
Since ever since
It emerged
From your pocket
And lurched
Before the rest
Of you, I have understood
That you have
Taken me for a tart.

editor's note:  Cobra is a brand of Indian condom

9 comments:

  1. A poem with no outstanding expression ... it does not even initiate a thought ... or else, my inability?

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    1. Don't pick up a fight with me here, Kiriti !

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    1. I am not a trader of souls; I am a mere mortal, so you'll have to tell me what's the male point of view.

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  3. The male point of view. Tactless, egotistical, and aggressive to start with. Like, fighting with a date in public.

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  4. Ah! the buried deep libido haunts and impels !

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  5. As the editor of this journal, I accepted Cobra because I felt that it addressed, among other subjects, the condescending and sexist attitude of some Indian men toward women. I am quite happy that the poem found one of its marks.

    Russell Streur
    Barkeep

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  6. confusing...tho d style is gud. Gudluck

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