Inorder Not To Be Bitten...

the cobra looks at you
do not move just stand still

it cannot detect you
and won't bite because at this perspective
you are
non-existent

it is like all the realities around us
do not talk do not move and behave as though you do not exist at all

and there will be no biting
no casualty
like a pillar of the house
like the railways of the train
like the big tree along our paths
like the unmoving
sun...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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