So-called ‘evaded’ conversations!

In the woods to where we’ve trailed along,

Now there’s no use walking away

from the whiff of the evaded conversations

only because they remind you of a truth-

of the fact that you’re a lily-livered man.

 

The evasion brings no certitude

of your victory over those feelings

For you may fail to feel what you breathe

But I’m aware of the pollens of those emotions

That are fluttering impatiently around you.

 

They are the exponents of your opponents,

And it’s your luck till when you escape from those

For they’re on a search of the perfect moment,

To settle on the land and emanate from it,

with a peculiar passion to confront you again!