Trust Poem by Lavanya Makesh

Oh trust! you creep discreetly with no noise
And no sound, while i try to reason
Myself with logic why you sprouted for sort like you destroys
My feeble little heart, from season to season

Oh heart! you know you cant afford
To let you get carried away anymore by such noble traits
Which have become too ideal for some cowards,
In this topsy-turvy world, to portrait

Like an oak tree, this trust grows strong in silence
But I know only too well that as the tree falls
With thundering noise; so does this caliber, as the false pretense
comes into the limelight and with no dramatic sound, my heart, it appalls

Still I let this virtue advance, fueled by the traitor heart,
Despite the odds being as plain as day
For one day I might sit down and exclaim
As I, against my will, trusted I have paved to this wonder life, a way