Trickster
Saffron robes, long hair
A shoulder bag and a pouch
Of dirty dust which
He calls sacred is all that
Into this cheat’s making goes
A woman lonely
And worried is his sure prey
Gold bangles of hers
Are his, as she falls to his
Talk of foolproof remedies.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
July 23rd 2011
Contest: Bag of tricks
Sponser: Linda- Mary ,The sweetheart of P.S.
Copyright © S.Jagathsimhan Nair | Year Posted 2011
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