The taste of salt is the pinch of life,
The sweetness of sugar, the wine of life
But the taste of Cyanide is death,
What if it were sweeter than sugar?
What if Cyanide tasted soar?
Death sentence is sure.
What if it tasted bitter?
The verdict is clear.
But the world hath a strange mind,
It is after the taste of death.
It doesn’t search the fountains of life
It doesn’t enrich her creative hours.
When the nature of Cobra is known,
Who may wish forfeiting his life?
If the taste of life is bitter
Can the sweetness of poison make it better?
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There was a paper report several months ago wherein it was reported that a person from my local area who consumed Cyanide had tried to leave behind the taste of it in bit of paper before he closed his eyes forever. He could not complete the word. This aspect is the seed of this poem.
Ravi Panamanna
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