Abdul Wahab


>≫≫ Trap Of The Huntress Growth - Poem by Abdul Wahab

Tip toe time comes and whispers to my ears
I do not bother how stony is the soil
And the air is cold and dry
Like cotton cloud I promptly stand up
Inch by inch I move to the lure
At the door, open and wide, the bait is laid bare
I silently come and gobble it up
But a clamp secretly kept somewhere
Suddenly springs up and the way out is closed tight forever
Though I become a little wise and mature
But left devastated with all the burdens of life
Oh, my friend I am tricked
And fall into the trap
Of the huntress growth.


Comments about >≫≫ Trap Of The Huntress Growth by Abdul Wahab

  • Gold Star - 46,310 Points Gajanan Mishra (6/4/2014 9:17:00 AM)

    very fine, I see we are all trapped, thanks.
    please read my new poems and say something. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 4, 2014



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