Quicksand
Like quick sand and her looks
Poetry is deep within;
Not until the SOS moment dawns
You realize how futile your exercises are.
With wanton mischief
I entered those innocuous looking waters...
After I stepped in, out of infatuation,
It stuck me,
no use struggling
I submit to her ... still and silent
Any effort to the contrary
Would only multiply my misery.
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