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