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!