People say love is pure and sacred, in some extend it can be wicked,evil. This poem is like a confession for me,the incident illustrated by this is a real one I faced. In fact I have regrets about the inhuman thing I did to her.I spurned her heart, reviled her faith and spat on her love.....!
She is a lovely Duck
Cajoled by a cunning Fox.
He awaited days and weeks
By using an hoax......
She trusts him
She loves him
But,
She returns nothing back.
Roaming with the wicked Fox,
With no wit in the heart
It is the thing she lack.
He satiates her passion
But,
It is not the true noation
In her crying heart........
It implores for caring
It asks for love,
Which is not tasted by
Lovely duck...
Alas,
Fox will never grant the "need"
Bit by bit he plants
The "seed" of doom
Upon her soul...........!
I like the style of this poem, Punsara...it's written in the style of the fable and it's funny and at the same time a little sad - but as your other readers suggest, we all learn about our emotions and ourselves and we get better...