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>≫≫ Trap Of The Huntress Growth

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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
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Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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Gajanan Mishra 04 June 2014
very fine, I see we are all trapped, thanks. please read my new poems and say something.
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