Men's Sting

The skin pricked, eyes fill with the tears which instantly vaporize. The blood, too, stops and the hole is no more seen for its small size. By no means is the pain so great as to cause loud shouts and cries. This is all a dead needle does. A bee's sting differs a bit. Though the wound is invisible, the tears in our eye show it; Our wailing goes on, we run, stop, writhe, lie down, roll, stand and sit. May no one ever be bitten by a scorpion or a snake! The venom hits the heart at once and then our life is at stake. The whole part round the stung point swells. We’re driven mad by the ache! The victims then die once for all or they are cured right away. None falls prey to paralysis to suffer day after day As the consequence of snakebite. We die or, treated, we stay. I am dumb to describe men's sting since I'm benumbed by its pain. I just say it cripples for life and it renders one's life vain. Though we breathe, we're dead and no more can we rise to live again. 4.4.2012 No comments, please!