Poetry

Better Late than Never

My affable being

had a brush with a lousy treat

my ebullient persona

mistook tinted affection as real

could not decipher its manipulative rhythm

I was caught unawares in the webs

became  the wicket spider’s victim

 

What is my fault?

Is it sheer sin… if my heart longs for

a symphony of emotion

a scintillating courtship or even a brief seduction?

then…why I am to wallow in distrust

play a medley

using graphics of sorrowful outburst?

 

Now I perceive…

In the bosom of shallow mortals

double standard remains stacked

behind each sugar coated uttering

pun remains the obvious pattern

intends to harm morale of soul and being

It is quite late ….I know

but then, better late than never.

 

                                                                            ~ Sujata Dash

                                                                                    Bhubaneswar, India

One Comment

  1. SUNIL CHARAN MEHER

    Excellent one

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