Category Archives: Wicked world

Poem 5- Treasure Hunt

It’s a trap, it’s a trap
Don’t heed to that map
There’s nothing but blood
Running from that tap

It’s a trap, they sell
Such tales they tell
All wizard like men
Cast you under their spell

It’s a trap called life,
Wealth, power and wife
They will slit you half
With their precious knife.

– Sadhana Rao

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