Poisonous Fangs Poem by SARIKA GOYAL BANSAL

Poisonous fangs

Energetic, jovial and enthusiastic
He went tripping along the way
Though life wasn't a bed of roses
He welcomed the joys
That lay in his sway

Suddenly he met a ghastly spirit
With beaming eyes and fake smile
Unknowingly he fell a prey
To the serpentine's venomous fangs
Or the clutches of a vampire

Cordially he met that man
Assuming no foul play
Greeting him tenderly he bowed in reverence
The other pretended being the most benign
And how it pleased his self

Gradually the stranger spitted venom
Sugar coated his words flowed
He realized the trap of python
That crushed him to the bones
Though seemed to lick his wounds

Wounds he realized were not sore
But suddenly turned into lesions
That nobody could cure
Poisoning his gay spirit
He left him uncured
A pain lingered
There was no answer
Why he so behaved
Having done him no wrong
He felt humiliated

Was he vulnerable?
Perhaps ignorant
Of the ways of men