THE STRANGE CASE OF DR.JEKYLL & MR.HYDE
I drink no potion. To the double life
I bring no goatish hint of the exotic,
Have no weight of guilt to offer; have,
For now, no chilling drive of the fanatic.
My fleshpots - give them credit for perception-
Know me as the slummer that I am,
As I know them for their applied corruption.
What we are, to what we are we come,
And only too prepared to settle for it.
Commerce comforts, in these middle years,
Once one has learned the young do not abhor it.
Curious that hard cash and that sneers
Win out where youth and eagerness did not,
But wholeness in that age is antiseptic.
It is what one had instead of Hyde.
It also is the reason, not now cryptic,
That today I buy and do not plead.
Part capital, my cautious potion-sippers,
Wholly venture. There the surgeon's blade-
It cuts both ways - succeeds to Jack the Ripper's.
Amazing poem by TURNER CASSITY
The story is about Dr. Henry Jekyll and a murderous criminal Edward Hyde. A London based legal practitioner named Gabrial John Utterson who investigates a case where the guy named Hyde do crime in the city.
But the twist here is at the end of the story that Jekyll and Hyde are the same person. Jekyll transform into Hyde via an unnamed chemical conconation to live out his dark urges.
The amazing muse - Yuvraj Singh Naruka
Photography- A S Anandhu
Styling & Makeup - Ankita Mandal
Special Thanks To - Simran Singh & Soumyanetra Saha
