Trap of huntress growth~by Abdul Wahab

 

 

Trap of huntress growth

Tip toe time comes and whispers to my ears

I do not bother how stony is the soil

And the air is cold and dry

Like cotton cloud I promptly stand up

Inch by inch I move to the lure

At the door, open and wide, the bait is laid bare

I silently come and gobble it up

But a clamp secretly kept somewhere

Suddenly springs up and the way out is closed tight forever

Though I become a little wise and mature

But left devastated with all the burdens of life

Oh, my friend I am tricked

And fall into the trap

Of the huntress growth.