Gifts Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Someone gifted me a costly pen
but when the refill was consumed
I threw it to the dustbin.
Someone presented me with a beautiful decorative
but whenever I look at the pricey presentation
it reminds me of his selfish intention.
Someone gave me a lovely dress
but whenever I put on that to look fresh
in my mind peeps his ugly purpose.
Someone showered on me unconditional love
that forever I treasure and crave for
and I can't but became his lifelong slave.
Really malicious traps are those transitory presentations,
ever ready to trap in the plea of strengthening relations
The gift of love is an endless fountain of heavenly bliss
that I yearn for and will constantly cherish.
*(c) Namita Rani Panda
06/09/2017