“Wet-land of a swamp
Calls strangers with an invitation
Come, come and smell this water-lily
Come and test yourself, could you walk
through
Could you step-in and carry your weight
around
Naïve heart, silly enough to fall in such
trap
Despite knowing the trick
Strays in, only to sink beneath
Even before it realizes having no ground
underneath
Embarrassed, asks to let it go
Let you go! Laughs the swamp out loud
Let’s face it poor stranger
You have chosen your fall
You must have given it a thought
Before you dared to jump in
Let’s face it; it’s not me but you
Your own greed, your own wicked heart
Who wanted to feast upon a flower?
Who wanted to carry it back as a trophy?
Of a hunt, where you have fallen hunted
now
Ashamed, clueless it screams, it cries
It asks to be helped
Its plastic tears only bogging him down
further
It struggles and as much more it does
As much more it sinks beneath
Alas! There’s no escape
From your own web of manipulations
Even worse when you do that knowing
No one kills you as brutally, as your own
shadows
Shadows you built, convinced
You could have them under control
But how could one control the devil
High upon taste of own blood
Carrying a one way ticket to nowhere…”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
15/4/2016
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