So close but not personal
Straight ahead but diagonal
Perfectly rational yet paranormal
Minutely infinite yet strangely colossal.
Here’s to the distance, that’s within the reach
Celebrate the rule that inspires the breach
Sickening pleasures that poor the rich
Guess one time or another, we all got to scratch that itch.
Walking on water, floating on Earth, and sinking in the air
Too passionate to care, yet too righteous to be fair.
Here she comes, the hell on high heels
Pure adrenaline, and the hunter becomes the kill
I jump to conclusion for the rush of the thrill
The artisan of sin, she known how to heal.
(C) Obaidur Rahman. Published in the poet’s debut book of English poetry titled “The Mystic Inferno” in 2012.