Being A Real Cunning Poem by V P Mahur

Cunningness is too a tribute
For, it needs a heart brute
It demand a stone heart
And to have one
It really an art
The soft loving heart
Needs to be a fine covert
Soft heart is said
To be given by our God
And it is the work
Of great courage
To kick away His gift
To be a great cunning
You need to be a cheat stunning
Without showing any mercy
You must know how to be glad
After putting others
Sorrowfully mad
You must train your wits
To befool others
Showing false love and affection
A real cunning is one
That keeps on troubling others
Even at the cost of his
Own joys and pleasures
It is not a simple sacrifice
It requires so so big heart
That is always
A heap of dirt