Trick or treat, sweat or sweet?
Think thrice ere you compete.
Each seat is labeled with a price,
And you've to pay duly for your slice.
We are waiting in the dark shade,
And no one would come to your aid.
Ghosts, goblins and witches too
Are eager for food, to brew and stew.
Toads and spiders alive in the kettle,
Ready to be put on any pretty petal.
Poison is also ready, ——in another pot,
At any time you'll be tongue-tied silent.
If you don't, we won't care:
But in this life you will get nowhere.
So polish the apple and lick the boot,
Or you get mere grass instead of fruit.
Oct.31,2009, just before Halloween.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem