Whom am I to trust?
She is far,
I am lonely.
No news of late
I ever hear.
A messenger I sent-
an arrow I shot.
It slipped and slithered;
in silence it vanished
into the deep pink sky!
I sat on the rocks,
waited and waited;
nothing came back-
neither the message
nor the arrow!
One fine morning
a message came
knocking my doors.
So charming my girl,
the arrow I sent
had lost his heart;
was kneeling and begging
for her benign love.
In this world of traitors
tell me dear girl,
whom am I to trust!
- Sundar M.P.
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