سرود زهر                                                                                                          مي مكم پستان شب را                                                                                                        وز پي رنگي  به افسون تن نيالوده                                                                                                    چشم پر خاكسترش را با نگاه خويش                                                                                                                     مي كاوم                                                                                               از پي نابودييم ديريست زهر                                                                        مي ريزد                                                                                                   بر رنگ هاي خود اين جادوي                                                                            بي  آزرم                                                                                                  تا كند آلوده با آن شير                                                                                                              پس براي آن كه رد فكر او را گم كند                                                                                                      فكرم         مي كند رفتار با من نرم ليك چه غافل !                                                                                                                                                                                                                                نقشه هاي او چه                                                                                         بي حاصل                                                                                             نبض من هر لحظه مي خندد به پندارش                                                                                                                                             او نمي داند كه روييدست                                                                         هستي من در منجلاب زهر                                                                             و نمي داند كه من در زهر مي شويم                                                                                                                                                                                پيكر هر گريه و خنده                                                                                                        در نم ذهر است كرم فكر من زنده                                                                                                                 در زمين زهر ميرويد شعر من