The Hangman
a poem
by Aman Mittal
By the roots of his hair
Some God got hold of him
Abducted by His Strength
Felt like a prophet of a desert.
Nights are like snapshots
Out of sight
Like a lizard’s eyelid.
And the bald white days
Shade away
Behind the oaks.
While being pinned on a tree
The man ask god
If you were me, What would you do?
The god replies
If I were you, I would do what you did.
Have you painted this picture yourself? 🙂
Ah, no no! It’s just an image. I like to use an image with my poems whenever, so it works like an illustration to the reader.
Okay. I do the same!
Thank you for liking my blog post, I try to remember to use images but never eventuates much. Most of the Australian poems I do use images. I did enjoy the read and your work.
Thank you 🙂