Bait

“Better to shun the bait than struggle in the snare” William Blake With a fragile earth warm, I lure my Labeo rohita. Minute minnows manage many magical Mackerels. Shrimps attract snapper, arowana, and tilapia. Aren't baits also in the form of bread, biscuits, and bagels? Best cows as baits to lions, fleshy fawns as baits to tigers Live dogs lure the crocodiles, and greens charm the elephants. Covets, cravings, wants, wishes, inclinations, and desires Are poured into the human psyche to find their relevance. We consume the bait. Baits consume us. Irrationally! With their colour, form, shape, beauty, and lure, I'm imprisoned. I enter this trap, this hole, and this grave casually. I struggled all through my life as though fate had commissioned The piece of butter and cheese, with bread and fish relishes Which being, I do not know, enjoys each of these dishes?