Poetry

1. MOUSE TRAP
I waited ardently all night and day to imprison your tiny grace; enticing you with my
balls of tangy cheese,
I inhabited the most illuminated corner of the room; so that you could sight me in
profound traces of white light,
I greedily glimpsed the minuscule of your intricate movement; fervently following
your diminutive silhouette like a panther on the prowl,
I surreptitiously envisaged countless strategies to torment you; inevitably opening my
lid a trifle in insurmountable agony,
I incessantly relished the bouncy pairs of springs in my body; the soft chunks of
sponge sprawled in haphazard disharmony in my gleaming cage,
I had this sole ambition to trap you in my present life; with my mind indefatigably
revolving round the contours of your pertinent body,
I was partly impaired from crystalline vision;witnessed the outside world as an
partially obfuscated haze through my myriad of bars and rods,
I was procurable at threadbare rates from the market; with people generally wading
their hands as far from me; as consummately possible,
I shivered in the freezing cold every night; while my master had a smashing time
sandwiched handsomely under the gorgeously woven exquisite quilt,
I was wholesomely illiterate since infantile birth; the only name that I ruthlessly
chanted each second was yours; impatiently awaiting to savagely besiege you,
I had remained starved since fathomless decades; feasting on only bottomless
perceptions of rubicund flesh,
I got barbarically kicked infinite times in a single day; with people washing their feet
soon after with the strongest of medicinal herb; instead of depicting traces of
poignant empathy,
I didn’t need a single penny for survival; bore the brunt of drought and flood with
overwhelming equanimity on my rusty body,
I hardly knew what day of the month it was; with a battalion of red ant and irascible
termites crawling freely on my slippery hinges,
I had a disdainfully obnoxious stench emanating from my soiled demeanor; was
repugnant to whomsoever who had his eyes on my dilapidated condition,
I stood just a few inches above the ground; always feeling overpowered by all entities
who trespassed heavily through the cold ground,
I harbored dirt and fetid filth all throughout my existence; wistfully hoping for you to
stealthily pass by my side,
And I might just appear to be an empty container of junky iron; rotting in the realms
of unprecedented agony and solitary gloom,
But mind you "Mouse"; I the "Mouse Trap" have always wanted to gobble you all my
life; and once you were in my custody you little scoundrel; try as hard as you can; let
even the sky come down on earth; But this time I wont let you out.