All the world is a trap..
or is in a trap..
now, what do I write about?
the clean green
fields trapping the eyes..
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or the redolent drizzle to the nostrils..
the IPL and the brain? and the cheer leaders too?
the promises of the politicians?
the hi-fi malls and the young magnets?
the tear of a wife or the unadulterated smile of a child?
The mouse trap, the deer trap?
the black-light trap, the key-hole trap?
or an exclusive fiction on what can't be trapped
-the running time or the flowing water..
where do I take it, from what?
Fingers trapped to the keyboard
mind trapped in a web of thoughts…
while the shining full moon held trapped in the still sky,
I welded to a trap of all my senses,
In a momentary brief,
as two desirous hands garlanded from behind,
asking, "Isn't it over, yet?"
and needless to say, 'It was a trap'
for the rest of the night!!
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