A snare it is
stealthily laid to entrap
an ambush could it be
discreetly set to pull in
a plot might be
heinously hatched to silence
a witchcraft would it be
wagging the wand to destroy
well, the mind thinks of multitudes
fear be the reason behind
so long had been defiant
recently succumbs to the external
requires a condonation
insists on an attention
a turn away from these manipulations
would benefit to a progress.
Meenas Poems 