Cunning Fox Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Cunning fox

Think of playing golf on green field
But never be afraid
No vulture or wild animals may appear
It is just fear

But do you consider?
Human being as an intruder
Who will show himself as crusader?
But in fact he is cruel attacker

You are under wrong impression
In close relation
About close friends
Who turn out to be fox at the end?

Beware! Such things are not lies
If you really believe
Their pretence is to deceive you
Lure you and finally stab you

Get no shock
When they joke
But in time attack with force
And snatch whatever you have by force