She'd charm the guys with fake identity.
Wearing the mask of a lovely fairy
At night she would trap them with witchery.
She'd confine the spirits within her heart
And then start dancing and singing with mirth.
To cast an evil spell on the youth's heart
She used to wake the whole night on this earth.
She'd become so happy to create flood
Of her false love in the youth's heart and blood.
One day at midnight she became ready
To capture one's true heart with witchery.
She was caught and confined by truth's power
And her game of witchery was over.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@November07,2014.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem.10