A marvelous pair <br />with millions of filtering units <br />purifies the blood, <br />excess water and waste <br />spout out. <br />On the operation table <br />divinity turns into greed <br />stethoscope kisses currencies, <br />one in the pair <br />vanishes in the air, <br />a sure excision. <br />As the dreams of avarice <br />deliberately defiling <br />the wonder of creation <br />creep into the mind, <br />a stooping down to homicide, <br />a conquest and a plunder. <br />Nearby, sparrows perch on the boughs, <br />ruffle their feathers against one another, <br />bunches of grapes like dangling ear-rings <br />sway slowly in the wind.<br /><br />p a noushad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/theft-6/
