Taufiq bin Abdul Khalid
You tricked me,
Leading me deeper
And deeper into
Your bamboo grove.
It was not love
That drove me,
It was you.
And you are not love.
You swayed in the breeze,
Your stalks stood high,
Casting a shadow over my life
And over my overcast skies.
Your grove hid
A nest of snakes,
But I did not kill them,
For they were your pets.
And my very last thought
Was that of your face,
A vision of pain and grace,
Perishing as I did
In your everlasting embrace.
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