Conversation..

And he quaffed from the glass in front of him,
The conversation is about to begin,
Agility of his black eye balls,
And chary movements of his fist,
A thin line of sweat formed on his forehead,
When he saw that his all sins were not dead yet !

That little thrust of his eye brows,
& he feared the pernicious thought that came to his mind,
By stealing sights,
He contrite for the thoughts he saw !

Patience won the conversation again,
Or may be the fear,
That broke the enigmatic charisma of the killer !!!